[A brief commentary of Juraj Grezdo & Nela Horvathova: "The song that celebrates carelessness The vision of fictional people who symbolize it An ancient imaginary culture that lived simply and whose troubles were also simple They didn't know a lot and didn't need a lot, therefore they feared more I would like to be like them - careless and easy That is what I miss"]

There they lived fortunate and alone
Beyond the stonewalls of merciless time
They drank the water from the fount of wisdom
And felt the whiff of the ancient spirits

The wind was rustling among the time-honoured oaks
Whispering the sacrosanct song of their lives
Prophecy of a distant future so unimaginable
Hovered over their breezy head, their breezy head

So there they lived fortunate and alone
Under the triumphs of endless night
That gave them sensation of beautiful fear
A fear that never passed away

Ancient Slavic rite to the glory of Perun

And on every night during the glamorous time
They lit the stars that have already burnt out
Lanterns of ages lost in the darkness
Mirrors of time broken to pieces

So there they lived fortunate and alone
Under the triumphs of endless night
That gave them sensation of beautiful fear
A fear that never passed away