This week's entry is Czech folk song "Smrti"
I am accompanied by my friend Vítek, who is a fantastic guitar player. We actually didn't have much time for this. We were just jamming for couple of hours, then Vítek said he will have to go soon and just then I got the idea that we could play something together for this week's Open Mic. So we could do just one take. Fortunately he knew the song well, but little different version of it, so sometimes there is some hesitation in our playing. But I still liked it a lot and decided to enter it for this special 100th week.
Lyrics
Byltě jeden člověk
byltě jeden člověk
bylo mu jakkolvěk
bylo mu jakkolvěk
Šel od role k roli , obhlídat obilí
obilíčko moje, co jsi jest tak pěkné
Obilíčko moje, co jsi jest tak pěkné
Potkala ho smrti na pěkné silnici
Co děláš můj choti ? Mám s tebou mluviti ...
Nech mě milá smrti, mám já co činiti
Dám já ti peněz dosti, co můžeš unésti
Dám já ti peněz dosti, co můžeš unésti
Zanechaj obilé, stroj sa v rúcho bílé
Už ty musíš jíti, všecko opustiti
Běda mně hříšnému jsem dlužen každému
A najvjéc jednému, Pánu Bohu svému
A najvjéc jednému, Pánu Bohu svému
The meaning of the song in English is:
There was once one man who walked around his fields
Admiring his wheat and other grain:
"How beautiful you are, my little grain!"
On the nice road he met Mrs. Death
She said: "Hello my husband!
It's time for us to talk."
"Let me be, my dear Death,
I still have many things to do.
I'll give you as much money as you can carry."
"Let go of your grain,
Put on white robe.
You have to go now
And leave everything behind!"
"Oh alas! The poor me!
I owe to everybody.
But most of all
I owe to God."
Thank you everybody, who helped this to dance up til week #100: @luzcypher @pfunk @soundlegion @krystle @meno @passion-ground @verbal-d @curie @isaria