Mood

The wind blew down the valley,
in some places it freezes us,
even if we do not get burned today,
it does not spoil our mood.

There in those regions by the Váh River,
the clouds have spread,
the man who has courage,
blows into them with full strength.

Let them just go nicely,
somewhere away from the sun,
because when I come,
I blow on them, they fall apart like a train.

I push the nightmares out of my mind,
I do not worry about any drops,
I remember you again,
when we quack like two frogs.

Just let the humor be close to you,
whether you are tall or small,
Pay attention to the little things,
always enjoy them like a dog.

Laugh like a big fool,
always and everywhere, even on Mondays,
because laughter is a tool,
that cures every time you are sick.

Sick in love, sick at work,
it helps us manage stress,
so take a dose or two,
let it hurt you mouth.

Every evening the sun sits down,
you come home, you are not at the bottom,
you sit in your chair,
you do not indulge in the poetry of The plague-Him.

You wake up again with laughter,
even if you are caught in the moss,
before you close both eyelids,
you peek at the table and there a candle.

The wild flame is already burning,
the candle composed of wax and the gifts of the sea,
the room is illuminated with light,
it paints your mind to white color.