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114 lines
2.3 KiB
Text
{title: Clementine}
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{artist: Jiří Suchý}
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{key: D}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 1}
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[D]Byla krásná, byla milá,
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byla chytrá, zkrátka [A]fajn,
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na za[G]hrádce něco [D]ryla,
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říka[A]li jí Clemen[D]tine.
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 2}
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Kolik má prej nápadníků
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vo tom nemá nikdo šajn,
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podávaj si u ní kliku,
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každej chtěl by Clementine.
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 3}
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Jednou ráno přišel jeden
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napůl Ábel, napůl Kain,
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napůl peklo, napůl Eden
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začal svádět Clementine.
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 4}
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Tělo rovný měl jak lajna
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nejrovnější ze všech lajn,
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a tak vznikla láska tajná
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mezi ním a Clementine.
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 5}
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Když je radost, přijde smutek
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zmizí vše, co bylo fajn,
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její Dárling vod ní utek
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zbyla sama Clementine.
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 6}
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Jednou přišel pozdrav z Vídně
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Junge Frauen, Alter Vajn
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jinak se mám celkem bídně
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žij si blaze Clementine.
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka 7}
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Do duše jí padla tíseň
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tak se vrhla na kokain
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a tím končí nejen píseň,
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ale taky Clementine,
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a tím končí nejen píseň,
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ale taky Clementine.
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{end_of_verse}
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{c: Anglicky}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka EN 1}
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In a ca[G]vern in a canyon
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excavating for a mi[D]ne
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dwelt a [C]miner forty-[G]niner
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and his [D]daughter Clementi[G]ne.
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_chorus}
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Oh my [G]darling oh my darling
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oh my darling Clementi[D]ne
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you are [C]lost and gone for[G]ever
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dreadful [D]sorry Clement[G]ine.
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{end_of_chorus}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka EN 2}
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Light she was and like a fairy
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and her shoes were number nine
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herring boxes without topses
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sandals were for Clementine.
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_chorus}
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{end_of_chorus}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka EN 3}
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Drove she-ducklings to the water
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every morning just at nine
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struck her foot against a splinter
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fell into the foaming brine.
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_chorus}
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{end_of_chorus}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka EN 4}
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Ruby lips above the water
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blowing bubbles mighty fine
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but alas I was no swimmer
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so I lost my Clementine.
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_chorus}
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{end_of_chorus}
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{start_of_verse: Sloka EN 5}
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How I missed her how I missed her
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how I missed my Clementine
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but I kissed her little sister
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and forgot my Clementine.
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{end_of_verse}
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{start_of_chorus}
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{end_of_chorus}
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{new_song}
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