Czech pop rock of 1970s -Two optimistic romantic Beatles inspired songs. Petr Novák - Songs of Love

Petr Novák - Czech pop rock of 1970s - Two optimistic romantic Beatles
inspired pop songs. Band: George and Beatovens
1. Děvče z krásných začátků
My girl from beautiful beginnings
Моя девочка с прекрасного начала
Το κορίτσι μου από τα όμορφα ξεκινήματα.
2. Holka s bílou halenou
The girl with a white shirt
Девушка в белом халате
Το κορίτσι με το λευκό παλτό.
My English translation of Czech lyrics below
Písničky o lásce mládí působí na duši a tělo jako trvale obnovitelné zdroje
síly, krásy, zdraví a touhy až di vysokého kalendárního věku.
Songs of Youthful Love have an effect of an ever-renewable source of strength, beauty, health and desire.
Τα τραγούδια της νεανικής αγάπης έχουν ως αποτέλεσμα μια διαρκώς ανανεώσιμη πηγή δύναμης, ομορφιάς, υγείας και επιθυμίας.
Песни юношеской любви действуют как вечно возобновляемый источник силы, красоты, здоровья и желания.
Lieder jugendlicher Liebe wirken wie eine stets erneuerbare Quelle der Kraft, Schönheit, Gesundheit und Sehnsucht.
My girl from beautiful beginnings
My girl from beautiful beginnings, where have I got you now?
Then, I was covering with songs our first spree.
You were realistic back then, perhaps too much for your seventeen.
The first auditions of my songs in quarrels and dreams.
On tight stages your breath warmed me.
The sweet endings of concerts!
Applause, you, your home street, scent of your lips.
My girl from beautiful beginnings, where do those scents go?
Like a rose without petals, memories fade.
I had a foolish dream, they would revive.
You went from school or so, when we later met.
You just had a divorce; I worked hard in music studios.
Just for a moment, the scent, the scent of your lips,
But different, you know that.
It just tried, tried to play it back, but it was an imitation
Though I´d like to restart the beginnings.
My girl from the beautiful beginnings
My girl from the beautiful ecstasies
My girl from the beautiful beginnings.
The girl in a white shirt.
A slightly larger nose and butterfly weight.
A little helpless in the neighbourhood.
Only the Friday dancing distracted her a little,
Then back again to boarding school, for many long days.
Everyone remembers the girl in the white shirt.
Everyone loved to see her dance, laughing all over.
In a white shirt and a sun burnt face
During one happy summer with a boy who loved her.
He had a cottage close by
Took her to work in the morning in his car
And called her rough palm a divine sacrament.
Maybe he really wanted her for more than just a play,
Maybe he really left all the city contacts behind.
Everyone remembers the girl in the white shirt.
Everyone loved to see her dance, laughing all over.
In a white shirt and a sun burnt face
During one happy summer with a boy who loved her.
He didn't come for a long time
and maybe he was too lazy to write.
When he appeared he was not alone at all.
She left him forever and you may ask how come
I know this story, know it so well…