Synecká, Synecká, painting Wildflowers of those You shall not come down from my mind You shall not, You shall not, nor those nesejdes, dokad a Synecká nekeru not you take and I will not take away nekeru nekereho, only just forget about each other in front of our window Rozmarin zeleny who will tear it? my pleasure. in front of our window red tulips, who will tear it? synecek ... my son, my son, lovely painted flower i can not get you out of my mind i can not, i can not, and I will not until you marry some othe