Ninety years have flown around the world
Much has turned since that moment
Who was a baby at that time
Is now an old man, heading to the grave
But few have matured to that age
All the others are hidden in the grave
Another generation - unfamiliar faces
Everything in the world is foreign, where a man happens
Only that sun of the blue sky
Only that took no changes
And as it pleased people before the ages
So it still blesses you now
It's spring again. A warm breeze blows
On the meadows, fresh grass sways
The nightingale tells its stories again
And the violet gives off a new scent again
In the deep shadow of the hornbeam forest
Two pilgrims make their way
A hunched old man, carrying a staff in his hand
A bishop's staff, already trembling with age
And a handsome young man, he supports him
Wait, my son, I would like to rest
My soul asks for rest
I would like to join her to the deceased fathers
But the grace of God imposes otherwise on me
Great grace of God, that servant of hers
Powerfully led through the hellish gate
In his holy office, he exalted him
And so my soul blesses the Lord
I firmly hoped in you, Lord
Let your glory rest on earth
My son, I'm thirsty, look around
I suspect, even if it is not the dizziness of faint senses
I suspect that you will find refreshment close to me
So that my life's task can be completed
The young man left, went into the forest
Whether he would find a preserved spring somewhere
He pushes through the thicket, walks further and further
Until he breaks through to the mossy rock
But suddenly his foot stops
And like a firefly flying in the evening
A wonder shines in his beautiful face
A strangely unknown scent wafts to him
An indescribable scent, endless delights
As if he were entering paradise gardens
And when the young man breaks through the dense juniper
He steps up and steps on the rock
His eyes see an unusual thing
On the bare rock stands a lush tree
An apple tree, spreading in width
On it, fruit of strange beauty ripens
Golden apples - and from them comes
That paradise scent all over the forest
And the heart rejoiced in the young man's body
And his lively gaze sparkled cheerfully
Oh surely, surely, a kind God
For the sake of the old man, he does wonders here
For his refreshment - instead of cold water
A barren rock in the forest bears paradise fruits
But as he willingly reaches for the apple
So he withdraws his hand with fright
Zii EDM - Zahorzc Bed part 8 Lyrics
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Ninety years have flown around the world
Much has turned since that moment
Who was a baby at that time
Is now an old man, heading to the grave
But few have matured to that age
All the others are hidden in the grave
Another generation - unfamiliar faces
Everything in the world is foreign, where a man happens
Only that sun of the blue sky
Only that took no changes
And as it pleased people before the ages
So it still blesses you now
It's spring again. A warm breeze blows
On the meadows, fresh grass sways
The nightingale tells its stories again
And the violet gives off a new scent again
In the deep shadow of the hornbeam forest
Two pilgrims make their way
A hunched old man, carrying a staff in his hand
A bishop's staff, already trembling with age
And a handsome young man, he supports him
Wait, my son, I would like to rest
My soul asks for rest
I would like to join her to the deceased fathers
But the grace of God imposes otherwise on me
Great grace of God, that servant of hers
Powerfully led through the hellish gate
In his holy office, he exalted him
And so my soul blesses the Lord
I firmly hoped in you, Lord
Let your glory rest on earth
My son, I'm thirsty, look around
I suspect, even if it is not the dizziness of faint senses
I suspect that you will find refreshment close to me
So that my life's task can be completed
The young man left, went into the forest
Whether he would find a preserved spring somewhere
He pushes through the thicket, walks further and further
Until he breaks through to the mossy rock
But suddenly his foot stops
And like a firefly flying in the evening
A wonder shines in his beautiful face
A strangely unknown scent wafts to him
An indescribable scent, endless delights
As if he were entering paradise gardens
And when the young man breaks through the dense juniper
He steps up and steps on the rock
His eyes see an unusual thing
On the bare rock stands a lush tree
An apple tree, spreading in width
On it, fruit of strange beauty ripens
Golden apples - and from them comes
That paradise scent all over the forest
And the heart rejoiced in the young man's body
And his lively gaze sparkled cheerfully
Oh surely, surely, a kind God
For the sake of the old man, he does wonders here
For his refreshment - instead of cold water
A barren rock in the forest bears paradise fruits
But as he willingly reaches for the apple
So he withdraws his hand with fright
Much has turned since that moment
Who was a baby at that time
Is now an old man, heading to the grave
But few have matured to that age
All the others are hidden in the grave
Another generation - unfamiliar faces
Everything in the world is foreign, where a man happens
Only that sun of the blue sky
Only that took no changes
And as it pleased people before the ages
So it still blesses you now
It's spring again. A warm breeze blows
On the meadows, fresh grass sways
The nightingale tells its stories again
And the violet gives off a new scent again
In the deep shadow of the hornbeam forest
Two pilgrims make their way
A hunched old man, carrying a staff in his hand
A bishop's staff, already trembling with age
And a handsome young man, he supports him
Wait, my son, I would like to rest
My soul asks for rest
I would like to join her to the deceased fathers
But the grace of God imposes otherwise on me
Great grace of God, that servant of hers
Powerfully led through the hellish gate
In his holy office, he exalted him
And so my soul blesses the Lord
I firmly hoped in you, Lord
Let your glory rest on earth
My son, I'm thirsty, look around
I suspect, even if it is not the dizziness of faint senses
I suspect that you will find refreshment close to me
So that my life's task can be completed
The young man left, went into the forest
Whether he would find a preserved spring somewhere
He pushes through the thicket, walks further and further
Until he breaks through to the mossy rock
But suddenly his foot stops
And like a firefly flying in the evening
A wonder shines in his beautiful face
A strangely unknown scent wafts to him
An indescribable scent, endless delights
As if he were entering paradise gardens
And when the young man breaks through the dense juniper
He steps up and steps on the rock
His eyes see an unusual thing
On the bare rock stands a lush tree
An apple tree, spreading in width
On it, fruit of strange beauty ripens
Golden apples - and from them comes
That paradise scent all over the forest
And the heart rejoiced in the young man's body
And his lively gaze sparkled cheerfully
Oh surely, surely, a kind God
For the sake of the old man, he does wonders here
For his refreshment - instead of cold water
A barren rock in the forest bears paradise fruits
But as he willingly reaches for the apple
So he withdraws his hand with fright
Writer: Zdeněk Frolec
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