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The Last Weaver of the Red Sail
„The Last Weaver of the Red Sail” îmbină limbile cehă și engleză. Genul muzical este Epic Irish folk.
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An island weaver finishes a red sail after every sailor leaves, then uses it to shelter families during a winter storm. Epic Irish folk, uilleann pipes, bodhran, fiddle, acoustic rhythm, sweeping original melody, powerful articulate lead and a complete dramatic arc
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Versuri și traducere
Verse
Na ostrově zůstal poslední tkalcovský stav.
The island kept its last loom.
Námořníci odjeli před příchodem zimy.
The sailors left before winter arrived.
Já tkala plátno barvy jeřabin.
I wove cloth the colour of rowan berries.
Objednaná loď už nečekala v přístavu.
The waiting ship had already left the harbour.
Chorus
Červená plachto, dneska nikam nepluj.
Red sail, sail nowhere today.
Nad promrzlými rameny se rozprostři.
Spread yourself above these freezing shoulders.
Náš oceán je hluk za zavřenými dveřmi.
Our ocean is noise behind closed doors.
Náš přístav voní kouřem a polévkou.
Our harbour smells of smoke and soup.
Verse
Příboj sebral střechu domu na pobřeží.
The surf took the coastal house's roof.
Pak přišli sousedé s mokrými peřinami.
Then neighbours came with wet quilts.
Zpod lavice jsem vytáhla hotovou plachtu.
I pulled the finished sail from beneath the bench.
Společně jsme ji napjali pod děravým stropem.
Together we stretched it beneath the leaking ceiling.
Chorus
Červená plachto, dneska nikam nepluj.
Red sail, sail nowhere today.
Nad promrzlými rameny se rozprostři.
Spread yourself above these freezing shoulders.
Náš oceán je hluk za zavřenými dveřmi.
Our ocean is noise behind closed doors.
Náš přístav voní kouřem a polévkou.
Our harbour smells of smoke and soup.
Bridge
Děti počítaly kapky nad svými hlavami.
Children counted drops above their heads.
Pod červeným světlem už se nebály.
Under the red light they feared no more.
Jedna stařenka mi začala opravovat rukáv.
An old woman began mending my sleeve.
Moje práce poprvé objala celý ostrov.
My work embraced the whole island at last.
Chorus
Červená plachto, dneska nikam nepluj.
Red sail, sail nowhere today.
Nad promrzlými rameny se rozprostři.
Spread yourself above these freezing shoulders.
Náš oceán je hluk za zavřenými dveřmi.
Our ocean is noise behind closed doors.
Náš přístav voní kouřem a polévkou.
Our harbour smells of smoke and soup.
Outro
Na jaře si pro plachtu přijel kapitán.
In spring the captain came for his sail.
Ukázala jsem mu pod ní spící děti.
I showed him the children sleeping beneath it.
