Tanec strún
Dance of strings

House of  Myself

You hear no echo
  nor quiet steps
Just the wind peeling off
  the bark from my house.

A water well under a wild apple tree

I am a water well under a wild apple tree,
a silent virgil I keep.
Do not disturb my circles,
as I wait for the new day to rise.
When an apple falls into me,
it glows as a red gem on my bed.
Maybe a curious child
will come to me through grass
to cool off its hands.

I am a nest to birds,
their singing is my prayer.
​
Why has the wild apple tree with unripe apples 
grown near me?
Her fruits so bitter 
I often taste.
The gardener comes in the morning,
trims her crown,
waters her, and prunes.
​I hear her sighs, her sobs,
the Lord stoops down with love,
as if He wished to embrace her.

I am a nest to birds,
their singing is my prayer.

One day a time will come
when an apple tree 
is grafted to her stem.
New sap will flow through her,
bees she will lure with her pollen,
her intoxicating smell.
In the autumn, sweet apples ripen 
on the slender wild appple tree,
and fall into the well.


Who will snatch 
ripe apples from my depths?
Who will see
what is it that glows in red on my bed?

Maiden

Quietly she sleeps,
covered with leaves.

​She dreams,
the earth will swallow her tears.

Not a one of them
will be lost.

Rain will come making them
one with the sky.
​
New life
it will bring,
new life
it will bring ...

Wish

May peace like river fill the valley.
May bitter times of need and hardship come to end.
May there be a morning after every night and the world come to lilac blossom.

May the wide sea part before you.
May the firy skies glow over the world.
May your heart jump as you look into His eyes.

Lord is with you, calm down in Him so you won’t get lost in the desert.
Lord is with you, calm down in Him so you build a house on the rock.

May fields and meadows be white to harvest.
May orchards be out of all harm’s way.
May wisdom, love, honour and understanding rule.
​
Lord is with you, calm down in Him so you won’t get lost in the desert.
Lord is with you, calm down in Him so you build a house on the rock.

Artist

I am not an artist
​that makes the currents in the sea 
foam their waves a while
and then keep calm
after the sun sets down.

That leads a gentle water stream
through hillsides and valleys.
It won’t get lost and will find its own folk
as a mighty tree it will flow into the depths of the sea.

I am not an artist
that calls the stars each by name.
Far-away galaxies
so radiant on the sky at night.

Which of them is the first, 
and which is the last?
Billions of billion
and each of them is different.
Which of them is the first, 
and which is the last?
Billions of billion stars
and each of them is different.

When the gentle wind rushes
grey clouds on the summer sky.
Quickly-changing pictures on the
painter’s pale blue canvass.

How many times I gazed
at this theatre of rays.
Dazzling beaty 
that now is and disappears in a little while.

I am not an artist
that calls the stars each by name.
Far-away galaxies
so radiant on the sky at night.

Which of them is the first, 
and which is the last?
Billions of billion
and each of them is different.
Which of them is the first, 
and which is the last?
Billions of billion stars
and each of them is different.

Lyrics by Naďa Mitanová and Miriam Kaiser
Translated by Juraj Bobula