Bříza [English translation]

From our old birch she bled

I enjoy watching the region

How a rye field in the distance below the mountains

He will ripen again in summer

Like a wind with a stream below us

Another water will flow

Oh, how bitter, bitter is disappointment

When a man comes to life

It's been so long since last time

I held you by the hand

How many snow fell, so it's been years

What our song did

Like the wind the branches of the trees sweeps

And then their heads get involved

Oh how easy, light is the human action

Before you lose love

So I whistle and I remember

On a rural paradise, on a goat, on a geese

So I will whistle and devour everything bad

From the birch I'm never down anymore

Maybe it would seem

That world

It is a spruce bush for me

It was worth it

So taste the wormwood

And I'm not angry with you

Like a breeze when the summer breaks

And bring the dragons to the children

Oh how brittle, fragile is knowledge

That someone else finds himself

So I whistle and I remember

On a rural paradise, on a goat, on a geese

So I will whistle and devour everything bad

From the birch I'm never down anymore

• Artist:Aneta Langerová
• Album:Na Radosti