Bela simfonija [English translation]

(Good evening, dear listeners, viewers, good day. You see, this is Srečko Janežič on the phone. The second place would go to Križaj, but the bad luck went that way, the fate was cruel, he fell right before the start and then rode on, rode over the post, the gate, if I may say so. Stenmark also didn't get up, he was taken to the hospital in Novo Mesto, it's a fateful coincidence, they have an invisible link, when Stenmark falls, Križaj also falls immediately, I don't know why, I don't know why...)

Will I ever be able to forget

Your torso on the slope

The steely tendons of the Upper Carniolan eagle

A gaze that wins over the heroes of Mountain Tea

And your split time

My cultural catharsis

And the first word of the youngest Slovenians

Shouldn't be "mama", but rather "RC Elan"

And a shot in the dark, as foretold by our poet

Now we raise our glasses and sing the chicken dance song

All together by the piste, we're merrily yodeling

We're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with us

We're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with us

We're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with us

We're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with us

Our blond joy

Is keeping our homes warm

Summer in our hearts and snow on our screens

Connections are good, soon it will get serious

Today at one in the afternoon, he fell down and stayed down

Somewhere near the start of the first run

A hero over all heroes at the gate number 13

You can wipe your nose

On my white shirt, darling

I can't bare to look at your tearful eyes

Will I ever be able to forget

Your torso on the slope

The steely tendons of the Upper Carniolan eagle

A gaze that wins over the heroes of Mountain Tea

(Bravo, boys, after the deciding moment, immediately after the second best official, officially recorded time, Kuralt was disqualified, he was pressed against the ground, he left the piste for an unknown location, he also couldn't talk to the winner Hans Wenzel, he was visited by his parents, wife, children, also the youth team, because in a few days, that's on Thursday, in Badenstein, excuse me, I made a mistake, in Baader-Meinhof...)

We're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with us

We're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with us

(The competition is starting, the world championship in the technical hop on a ski, where our Bizovičar is doubtleslly, doubtlessly the last favorit. He stands there all white, tall, smiling, red-haired, handsome man from Šmartno ob Paki, and right next to them, the others, Alpina, Borovo, Bata, Yugoslavia skis, skiing cup, Sava Kranj, etc. games in Canada Sarajevo, excuse me, in Sarajevo...)

(This means that the fate is repeating itself as in Celje, as in the ummm Crimean war.)