| Heavy Horses | Ťažné kone |
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| Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust |
V októbrový deň, keď prichádza noc |
| An October's day, towards evening | Oni v železe odeté, nohami dupú prach |
| Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough | Pyšne pred pluhom stoja, pot na navretých žilách |
| Salt on a deep chest seasoning | A soľné škvrny na tmavých hrudiach |
| 5 Last of the line at an honest day's toil | 5 Dnes posledná brázda tej poctivej driny |
| Turning the deep sod under | Tuhú zem celkom prevrátia, |
| Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone | Na nohách majú kožu na kameň stvrdnutú |
| Flies at the nostrils plunder. | Pri nozdrách ich komáre trápia. |
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| The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie |
Po cestách a necestách svojho kraja |
| 10 with the Shire on his feathers floating | 10 cez údolia letia s vetrom opreteky |
| Hauling soft timber into the dusk | Vláčia hladké kmene do súmraku, |
| to bed on a warm straw coating. | na noc sa uložia do podstieľky. |
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| Heavy Horses, move the land under me |
Ťažné kone, zorte pôdu podo mnou |
| Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free | Vzadu sa sunie pluh --- zarýva sa a hladko kĺže zeminou |
| 15 Now you're down to the few | 15 Teraz vás málo je |
| And there's no work to do | Teraz sú tu stroje |
| The tractor's on its way. | A pre vás už práce niet. |
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| Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed | Nájdem vám kobylky, s ktorými zachováte svoj rod |
| to keep the old line going. | dávnych, hrdých žrebcov |
| 20 And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood | 20 A do mladiny vás bok po boku ukryjeme |
| behind the young trees growing | do tých najtmavších lesov |
| To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth, | Skryjeme pred očami, čo smejú sa vašim popruhom |
| and your eighteen hands at the shoulder | a takmer dvom metrom v kohútiku |
| And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry | A aj naftovým magnátom raz vyschne prameň |
| 25 and the nights are seen to draw colder | 25 a z nočnej zimy nebude úniku |
| They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power | Budú žobrať o vašu silu, vašu láskavú moc |
| your noble grace and your bearing | ušľachtilý pôvab a držanie tela |
| And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls | A vy zas napnete uši za hlasom čajok, |
| in the wake of the deep plough, sharing. | čo sa v stope od pluhu o korisť delia. |
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| 30 Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill |
30 Ako tanky stoja na úbočí hory |
| Up into the cold wind facing | Tvárou ostrému vetru čelia |
| In stiff battle harness, chained to the world | V bojovom postroji spätí so svetom |
| Against the low sun racing | S klesajúcim slnkom súperia |
| Bring me a wheel of oaken wood | Doneste mi koleso z dubového dreva |
| 35 A rein of polished leather | 35 Leštenú kožu na liace |
| A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky | Ťažného kona a ťažké oblaky |
| Brewing heavy weather. | Búrlivé počasie veštiace. |
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| Bring a song for the evening |
Prineste piesne večerné |
| Clean brass to flash the dawn | Čistá mosadz svitanie nech rozžiari |
| 40 across these acres glistening | 40 ponad polia strieborné |
| like dew on a carpet lawn | ako rosa na pokrovci z trávy |
| In these dark towns folk lie sleeping | A ľudia spia si v tmavom meste, |
| as the heavy horses thunder by | ked ťažné kone tade prehrmia |
| to wake the dying city | a polomŕtvi mešťania |
| 45 with the living horseman's cry | 45 sa na furmanov pokrik prebudia |
| At once the old hands quicken --- | Zrazu staré ruky ožijú --- |
| bring pick and wisp and curry comb --- | s vidlami, hrebeňom a slamy otiepkou --- |
| thrill to the sound of all | tešia sa zo zvuku kopýt |
| the heavy horses coming home. | koní, čo vracajú sa domov. |
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