The party… I often, often sit down at the table. The lantern light illuminates the parties of my room. I still the stirrings of grief And I still my sorrows in soft singing. Silence is in the room, the feathers are heard to murmur, that puts thoughts to paper And...
The lightning of the bright dawn flashedover the hills, over the mountains:roar, Slovak fields,Freedom calls us to action.Up, for honour, freedomof the Slovak nation! Who are Slovak by soul, by lineage,now declare yourself to the nation;equality of rights, new life,unshackles the mouth, unshackles the fetters.Up, for honour, freedomof the Slovak...
Silence hosts peace and death Comfortable suede girl in patent shoes See what a match every time Then it’s a freedom unknown Out of open combat comes a question unknown The maple tree will adorn itself with leaves even without me The question will ask itself what’s the point No...
