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Dni ako komíny

Pamätáš na koncerty na Hlavnom námestí?
Kapely rástli ako huby po daždi!
V sladkom lete roku 91 ešte Bratislava bola skanzen
Nič, len známi, žiadne reklamy
Opadaná omietka, mafiáni v plienkach
To bola krása, keď hrala Kosa z nosa
A zámky v hlavách roztvárali sa
Stáli sme pri fontáne so Stankom Bachledom
Od fontány príjemne vialo chladom
Zrazu to mnou len tak prebehlo zhora nadol
Všetko sa stretlo v jednom bode a mňa napadlo:

Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány
S dlhými nohami, sú pred nami
Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány
S dlhými nohami sú pred nami!

Jasné, boli to básne od Cummingsa
Priniesol ich sám Pánboh z Kosy z nosa
Ten keď hral na gitare
Tak sa nám zahmlievali oči ako sklá na Mliečnom bare
Milujem reálie, tie staré
Ale nebudem si nasadzovať ružové okuliare
Všeličo s nami bolo choré v tých časoch
Pamätáš na moje komplexy s hlasom?
Dobre, vravel si, ty nie si Pavarotti
Slabým hlasom povedz silné vety
Aj keby všetci mali silnejší hlas ako ty
Ja verím v silu slov, ja ti verím, Piussi!

Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány
S dlhými nohami, sú pred nami
Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány
S dlhými nohami sú pred nami!

Pamätáš na koncerty na Hlavnom námestí?
Kapely rástli ako huby po daždi!
V sladkom lete roku 91 ešte Bratislava bola skanzen
Nič len známi, kamaráti, koncerty
Kapely v ktorých hrali ľudia ako ja a ty!
To už snáď nie je ani pravda, to sa len tak zdá!
To bola naša naivná sloboda!
A tým, čo ju vzdali, čo im chceš rozprávať?
Vrhli sa do vody, tak asi chceli plávať!
Mali svoje dôvody, nik im to nemá za zlé
Žite si ďalej v tom svojom želé...

Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány
S dlhými nohami sú pred nami
Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány
S dlhými nohami, sú pred nami!

hudba: Bálik; text: Piussi

použité akordy: G, D, C, H7
Remember the concerts on Main Square? New bands sprang up like mushrooms after rain
in the sweet summer of 91, when Bratislava was still a communist museum.
Nothing, just friends on the streets, no billboards, falling plaster, mobsters with training wheels...
It was beautiful when Kosa z nosa played and the locks in our heads became opened.
We were standing by the fountain with Stanko Bachleda, felt the pleasant coolness
of the water, and suddenly I knew it, it passed through me from top to bottom,
everything became connected and I said:

Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us!
Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us!

Of course, it was the poems by Cummings, brought by our \"god\" from Kosa z nosa.
When he played the guitar, our eyes became all misty, like windows on the Milk Bar.
I love the old memories, but will not put on rose-coloured glasses. In many ways,
we were sick in those times – remember my inferiority complex because of my voice?
OK, you said, you are not Pavarotti, use your weak voice to say strong sentences! Even if everybody
in the world had a stronger voice, I believe in the power of words, I believe in you, Piussi!

Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us!
Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us!

Remember the concerts on Main Square? New bands sprang up like mushrooms after rain
in the sweet summer of 91, when Bratislava was still a communist museum.
Nothing, just friends on the streets, concerts, bands in which there were people like me and you!
It seems so incredible now, as if it has never happened! It was our naïve freedom!
And what do you want to say to those who gave up on it? They jumped into water...
Well, looks like they wanted to swim! They had their reasons, no one can blame them.
Live on in that jelly of yours...

Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us!
Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us!