Několikrát jsem si po koncertním vystoupení Hradišťanu říkal, jestli je vůbec možné takhle nádherně a monumentálně hrát. To nemá široko daleko obdoby...
Jako dítě vzpomínám na obilíčko u stařenky. Kvetly máky , koukol, chrpa , .. uprostřed stromy plné višní a táhlo se až Kunovice . A pod kopcem studánka. Obilíčko vysoké a jen lehce se vlnilo ! A je mě líto když vidím obilíčko už to není..
For those like you, who'd perhaps like to understand (it's just my loose translation, sorry for mistakes): There used to be a man There used to be a man Hard to tell how old he was Hard to tell how old he was He went from one field to another examining the crops "Oh, my dear crops, you’re such a beauty! Oh, my dear crops, you’re such a beauty!" Death met him on the wide road "What are you doing, my dear spouse, I shall talk to you!" "Leave me be, my dear Death, I have plenty to do yet! I’ll give you all the money you can carry. I’ll give you all the money you can carry." "Oh no, you leave your crops and dress in a white garment It’s your time to go, to leave everything behind!" "Woe betide me! I owe everybody! But the most I owe the one and only - my Lord God. But the most I owe the one and only - my Lord God."
