This neighbourhood is too glamorous
Swallows make frescos over the water
Blue cold is having a nap in the jug of the lake
The lips say what eyes can see
The light is rustling, leaves are conspiring
against the fairytale that lumps in forest like a bear
Where is the love walking unpunished?
In the dress of a jester, a bird and an angel
From under ground blue lanterns
will be called by her dancing foot to our judgement
In the evening, people will be sitting under apple tree
and praying and killing each other for her.
Pictures blessed with holy water are sold to them
and storms are quieten in them with water
Organs are playing and masks
are ripped off from their faces by a monk walking through ash.
Then you can see that the saints and them
are sad in the shadow of the same apple tree
It's enough to go down from the hill,
clap your hands and take the violin out of the gloom
where the song is ruffling its gray feathers
They will dance even if they should dance oberek [1]
on a cloud
They will take a dancer from hell if she captivates them
Here it will be like after a storm
when it's enough to nudge a branch
to still feel the phosphorus of a lightning
The flute will not repeat this picture
There is a bowl of lentils in front of us
And in the darkness of a psalm the body is leaning
Because those people were born dancing
Only sometimes through the wings of brzenica
they go to pray to the stars with a rosary
or leaning on an orchard with their back
they are searching with a cat fear for the pupils
of the Earth through which the scent of myrrh is going
Then suddenly my country will appear in somebody's dream
with a boy at the forest and a horse at the well
a shy branch will escape from leaves
a bird will call the forest echo in the dream
the afterglow will rumble going away
and it will make a night nest under thatch
The lanterns went out, only a May night
learns how to play love songs with a flute
it stops, hears and again plays
from sleeping aspen the flute is calling
the river about which you know only
that it's made of green and it talks about nothing.