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(A brief commentary of Juraj Grezdo & Nela Horvathova: The
song
that
celebrates
carelessness.
The
vision
of
fictional
people
who
symbolize
it.
An
ancient
imaginary
culture
that
lived
simply
and
whose
troubles
were
also
simple.
They
didn't know a lot and didn't
need
a
lot,
therefore
they
feared
more.
I
would
like
to
be
like
them
careless
and
easy.
That
is
what
I
miss.)
There they lived fortunate and alone.
Beyond the stonewalls of merciless time.
They drank the water from the fount of wisdom.
And felt the whiff of the ancient spirits.
The wind was rustling among the time-honoured oaks.
Whispering the sacrosanct song of their lives.
Prophecy of a distant future so unimaginable.
Hovered over their breezy head, their breezy head.
So there they lived fortunate and alone.
Under the triumphs of endless night.
That gave them sensation of beautiful fear.
A fear that never passed away.
Ancient Slavic rite to the glory of Perun.
And on every night during the glamorous time.
They lit the stars that have already burnt out.
Lanterns of ages lost in the darkness.
Mirrors of time broken to pieces.
So there they lived fortunate and alone.
Under the triumphs of endless night.
That gave them sensation of beautiful fear.
A fear that never passed away.