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2021.02.08.

Hello, Major Gagarin

The whole world heard the news from TASS
The whole world remained wordless
The whole world jumped when they heard it on the radio
And they looked up
 
Hello, Major Gagarin
So we've done it now
The world drunk red wine and cheered on you
People waved at you from below.
 
Please say to the Moon
Say it amongst the stars
What we all want to say today
that we will soon follow you
 
I can't sing it properly
My voice is shaking today
They say you are just twenty-seven, Major
And the world is young according to you
 
Please say to the Moon
Say it amongst the stars
What we all want to say today
that we will soon follow you
 
I can't sing it properly
My voice is shaking with fear today
They say you are just twenty-seven, Major
And the world is young according to you
 
2018.04.11.

This South-Moravia is surely a beautiful land

There, where the warm wind blows,
the darkness already dims the stars,
the air smells like pear trees
the most beautiful land.
A little lad half-asleep,
he brought the horses out from the stable.
We perceive the world in moments,
the Moravian land is beautiful.
 
Moravia is a beautiful land,
in which I am born,
and in her I was brought up,
raised by my mother.
She took me to her
maternal heart, to her my life shall be dedicated.
 
This South-Moravia is surely a beautiful land,
covered in vineyards.
This South-Moravia
is surely a beautiful land,
covered in vineyards.
 
Where the river Morava hurriedly flows,
there, where the wonderful people sing beautiful songs.
The maidens are beautiful there, tender like flowers,
there is my home, the only one.
 
When the sun goes down behind the peaks of Pálava
I remember how the youth went by so fast.
I only have one wish, after all I love Moravia,
in this beautiful land I would like to sleep.
 
This South-Moravia is surely a beautiful land,
covered in vineyards.
This South-Moravia
is surely a beautiful land,
covered in vineyards.
 
Everywhere, where the vineyards
cover the Moravian land,
there till this day in the villages
a lad will sing with his kin.