When the sun of my life is at its lowest
I go to the land around the Hron river
and I dream there
this land is so beautiful
that suddenly I want to sing
and die and live
and I feel like i am in heaven

I lie in the grass and I am dreaming
I just let my thoughts flow
and the breeze is rocking me

the most beautiful trees I know are in this land
this silent brotherhood is calling me to come back
and I always return whenever i am feeling sad
and I don't know what else to do
and the trees are telling me to shake it off my shoulders

I lie the grass and I am dreaming
I just let my thoughts flow
and the breeze is rocking me

when the sun of my life is at its lowest
I go to the land around the Hron river
and when in the distance I hear as the bell of our love
tolls for us
I think to myself: if am to be really hurting
then so be it
but this hurt will one day fade among these beautiful trees

I lie the grass and I am dreaming
tears are rolling from my eyes
and the breeze is rocking me
when the sun of my life is at its lowest