Dobrou noc, Měsíc

The moon winks goodnight.

Goodnight, Moon.

Požáru Mraky

Fire clouds

burn the sky

blues are seared

and turned into

 scorching gold

orange heat

yellow sweat

and boiling red

Fire clouds

burn the sky

as sun gives way

to moon's cool light

Noční Mrak

Beware of the night cloud

that comes out in day,

the sky will turn dark

and your soul will decay.

 

 The night cloud is fearless,

all mercy is dead

when the sky turns from blue

to a devilish red.

The night cloud will cover

the sun at high noon

and transform the gold

to a silvery moon.

Beware of the night cloud

with its secretive ways,

your soul is in danger

of losing its days.

Řeka Mraky

These clouds are from far away and a long time ago.

It wasn't Bohemia,

but when the river froze and the sun shone,

it could trick you into believing that

Bohemia is everywhere.

Horské Mraky

Mountain clouds

are devilish things,

they trick and twist

and taunt with glee.

Is it a mountain

or a cloud

that floats up there

so casually?

Mountains solid

reach up high,

clouds of fluff

do hang so low

that peaks of snow

and woodsy brush

get swallowed up

in bluish glow.

Mountain clouds

are devilish things,

they trick the eyes

from far and near.

The land and sky

blend into one,

and poor horizons

 disappear.

Skromný Mrak

A cloud is only as fluffy as is its most modest dew drop.

Pozor na Mrak

Beware of the cloud,

with its vengeful delight;

beware of the cloud,

that swoops in daylight. 

 

You think you are safe

out taking a stroll,

but the cloud will swoop down

and suck out your soul.

Beware of this cloud,

this terror of skies;

being far from Bohemia,

is very unwise.

You think you are safe,

you think naught will hap;

but you are naive,

'cause life is a trap.

Go back to Bohemia,

go back to your dream;

'cause at least over there

the clouds do not scheme.

Beware of the clouds

that float amongst blue,

'cause even in day time

the clouds will haunt you.

Plovoucí Leguán

Oh Iguana,

what do you see,

floating high above the land,

searching for the sea?

Bohemia isn't far from here,

if you look up to the sky;

but focus only on the earth,

and then you may just cry.

Oh Iguana,

what do you see,

floating high above the land

searching for the sea?

Země Bohémská, Sny Oplývá

In the land of Bohemia, dreams abound.
Awe and wonder, without a sound.

Where stormy skies o'er rolling hills

 meet stoic lakes with battle wills; 

Where poppies pop

and dew drops drop;

Where secrets dwell

but never tell;

Where blue meets green without a pause, 

where Heaven yields to Water's laws;

Where mist and fog roll in at night,

in Bohemia, my dreams take flight.

In the land of Bohemia, dreams abound.
Awe and wonder, without a sound.