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
shall not take nekeru and I 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