Run, my friend, run!

Through the valley to the sun.

Beside the river’s magic waves,

wink at the swan near crystal lakes.

Like a fish that rises just to breathe,

I run for my life, with nothing beneath.

To silence the voices inside my head,

and hear the birds and the water instead.

All the people I met are saying hello,

but in the city, their voices are low.

What is here to open their mouths about,

when nature is leading their silence south.

Run, my friend, run — for you and that friend,

who can't go on, whose road met its end.

Run for the life that still flows in your veins,

here you are happy, alone — freed from chains.

Rok Leš