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Keď sa ráno stalo dňom
rieka tiekla korytom
voda dlhá kričala, koryto si hľadala
Keď sa rieka stala dnom
obráteným korytom
voda malá z toho dna
keď sa rieky rozvodnia
Voda volá z toho dna
keď sa rieky rozzvonia
voda tečie z toho dna
rieka, keď je slobodná
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Toto je text jednej mojej piesne, pre mňa osobne jednej z najdôležitejších. Až po tomto víkende konečne viem, čo to taká rieka je. Bola som na vode.
Mám modré kolená, spálené ruky a otvorené srdce.
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In a morning becoming a day,
a river was flowing in its bed
Its water was screaming in its length,
seeking its bed
The river became its own bottom,
a reversed bed
water from the bottom – as petty as it was
just like a river overflows
The water is calling from the bottom
when the rivers are ringing
The water is flowing from the bottom
when the rivers are breaking free
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These are lyrics of one of my songs – probably my dearest one. But only after this weekend I am well aware of what it means to be IN a river. I´ve been rafting.
My knees are blue, my arms burnt but my heart open.
