Sorrow

Pink Floyd

The sweet smell (sladká vůně) of a great sorrow (velké lítosti, smutku) lies over the land
Plumes of smoke (bubliny kouře) rise and merge (spojují se) into the leaden sky (těžké, mdlé oblohy)
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to (Je navždy spoutaný s) a world that's departed (který se oddělil, zmizel)
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen and curdled (sražený) with fright (strachem, leknutím)
His knees have trembled (se třásly) and given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered (selhaly, znejistěly)
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication (oddání)
And silent replies that swirl (točící se, vířící) invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation (pochmurný náznak, zpráva) of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind (neustávající vítr) that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight (mě oslepuje)
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken