Marathon [English translation]

Only a short way, there beyond the bend of the road

my legs must take me

let them make wreaths, let them adorn the head

of the one who seized the victory

I can already hear the rustle of wings of the owls

that sit on your white shoulder

When I choose the right words out of the milllions of possibilities

I will wet my whistle in your cold water spring

The sun is tearing me apart and I'm pleading with the skies

let me drink at least a drop of dew from a flower

my feet are pounding the ground and running without aim

forever carried by them - the ethernal courier

I can already hear the rustle of wings of the owls

that soared above your white temple

the sky glows like a white hot metal

and I stand alone at the gates of Athens

Only a short way, there beyond the bend of the road

only one last movement of my legs

only a short way and I will be the first one

to bring you the message written with a sword and blood

I can already hear the rustle of wings of the owls

that sat down on top of your white temple

the entire roof is lost under their bodies

and more and more are coming from everywhere

I can already hear the rustle of wings of the owls

that sit on your white shoulder

When I choose the right words out of the milllions of possibilities

I will wet my whistle in your cold water spring

I can already hear the rustle of wings of the owls

that soared above your white temple

the sky glows like a white hot metal

and I stand alone at the gates of Athens

• Artist:Radůza
• Album:Marathon, příběh běžce (2015)