Interpret:

Ilona Csáková

Album:

Amsterdam

Paradise


Letiště, podzemka
Na každý station
Vidím je, cítím je
A strange vibration
Loud voices are shouting
Tisíce faces
White stíny, black stíny
So many races


Paradise


Hey sister, some spare change ?
Já drobný nemám
Where are you from ?
Jsem z Prahy
Já vám nic nedám
From Europe ? I know Paris
It's a nice city
Hey sister, chci prachy
Come on, you pretty


To není svět z barevnejch plakátů
Spíš tíseň černobílejch hororů
We want it and get it
So better give us
Mý věci, mý prachy
Nobody hear your crying
We'll live here, we'll die here
We are the creatures
We're born to kill another
Big Apple preachers


Paradise


At the corner in a taxi
Chlapi jsou fightin'
From the window on the third floor
Na mě tak divně koukaj
Na Broadway on a cold day
in mid November
Lidi crying, lidi dying
No one remember


So dirty, so violent
I can't believe it
A Gangster, a killer with an evil spirit
No sunshine, no raining, no vegetation
Big Apple, big atoll, an isolation


It's not like pictures in the magazine
It's more a moment from a horror scene
The city hurts you with the killing sound
It's like the noise of velvet underground


Paradise


We want it and get it
So better give us
Your luggage, your money
Nobody hears my crying
We'll live here, we'll die here
We are the creatures
We're born to kill another
Big Apple preachers
Big Apple, Big Apple 
a žádnej New York
Big Apple, Big Apple 
Probuď se ze sna baby
Big Apple, Big Apple 
Where do you going
Big Apple, Big Apple 
My dream is fading
Big Apple, Big Apple 
Where do you going
Big Apple, Big Apple 
My dream is fading
Big Apple, Big Apple 
Where do you going
Big Apple, Big Apple 
My dream is fading


Paradise, paradise, paradise