Wish You Were Here

Pink Floyd

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell (rozlišit nebe od pekla),
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil (závoj)?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes (prach, popel) for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze (chladný vánek, vítr)?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage (klec)?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls (ztracené duše) swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year.
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears (Stále stejné staré obavy).
Wish you were here.