Pamätáš na koncerty na Hlavnom námestí? Kapely rástli ako huby po daždi! V sladkom lete roku 91 ešte Bratislava bola skanzen Nič, len známi, žiadne reklamy Opadaná omietka, mafiáni v plienkach To bola krása, keď hrala Kosa z nosa A zámky v hlavách roztvárali sa Stáli sme pri fontáne so Stankom Bachledom Od fontány príjemne vialo chladom Zrazu to mnou len tak prebehlo zhora nadol Všetko sa stretlo v jednom bode a mňa napadlo:
Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány S dlhými nohami, sú pred nami Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány S dlhými nohami sú pred nami!
Jasné, boli to básne od Cummingsa Priniesol ich sám Pánboh z Kosy z nosa Ten keď hral na gitare Tak sa nám zahmlievali oči ako sklá na Mliečnom bare Milujem reálie, tie staré Ale nebudem si nasadzovať ružové okuliare Všeličo s nami bolo choré v tých časoch Pamätáš na moje komplexy s hlasom? Dobre, vravel si, ty nie si Pavarotti Slabým hlasom povedz silné vety Aj keby všetci mali silnejší hlas ako ty Ja verím v silu slov, ja ti verím, Piussi!
Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány S dlhými nohami, sú pred nami Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány S dlhými nohami sú pred nami!
Pamätáš na koncerty na Hlavnom námestí? Kapely rástli ako huby po daždi! V sladkom lete roku 91 ešte Bratislava bola skanzen Nič len známi, kamaráti, koncerty Kapely v ktorých hrali ľudia ako ja a ty! To už snáď nie je ani pravda, to sa len tak zdá! To bola naša naivná sloboda! A tým, čo ju vzdali, čo im chceš rozprávať? Vrhli sa do vody, tak asi chceli plávať! Mali svoje dôvody, nik im to nemá za zlé Žite si ďalej v tom svojom želé...
Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány S dlhými nohami sú pred nami Dni ako komíny, ako tulipány S dlhými nohami, sú pred nami!
hudba: Bálik; text: Piussi
použité akordy: G, D, C, H7 Remember the concerts on Main Square? New bands sprang up like mushrooms after rain in the sweet summer of 91, when Bratislava was still a communist museum. Nothing, just friends on the streets, no billboards, falling plaster, mobsters with training wheels... It was beautiful when Kosa z nosa played and the locks in our heads became opened. We were standing by the fountain with Stanko Bachleda, felt the pleasant coolness of the water, and suddenly I knew it, it passed through me from top to bottom, everything became connected and I said:
Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us! Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us!
Of course, it was the poems by Cummings, brought by our \"god\" from Kosa z nosa. When he played the guitar, our eyes became all misty, like windows on the Milk Bar. I love the old memories, but will not put on rose-coloured glasses. In many ways, we were sick in those times – remember my inferiority complex because of my voice? OK, you said, you are not Pavarotti, use your weak voice to say strong sentences! Even if everybody in the world had a stronger voice, I believe in the power of words, I believe in you, Piussi!
Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us! Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us!
Remember the concerts on Main Square? New bands sprang up like mushrooms after rain in the sweet summer of 91, when Bratislava was still a communist museum. Nothing, just friends on the streets, concerts, bands in which there were people like me and you! It seems so incredible now, as if it has never happened! It was our naïve freedom! And what do you want to say to those who gave up on it? They jumped into water... Well, looks like they wanted to swim! They had their reasons, no one can blame them. Live on in that jelly of yours...
Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us! Days like chimneys, like tulips with long legs are ahead of us!