Lyrics: Robert Krestan, Translation: Ruth Ellen Gruber
When horses fly away
To the night, to the gates
When our embrace dissolves
in the fog, on the shore
When those lips of yours are double-locked
As if I tried to kiss the Gates of Troy
I´m just an outcast soul without a name
Undrunk, unloved, unfull of joy.
When shots of firearms
on the streets
down by the bay
When death does us apart
along its blue
When the reek of booze clears this nest of doves
And the fortune teller does the same
It’s the end of song, end of love
End of war, end of game.
Listen to Robert Krestan [and the music of Druha Trava] during a guest appearance on an Olomouc, Czech Republic radio show.more
Druha Trava is a wonderfully individual band from the Czech Republic that is hard to describe.
They perform new acoustic world music with bluegrass influences. You might hear them perform a bluegrass tune, Bob Dylan tune or one by another American or British artist, or one of their many originals.
Though they basically use a typical bluegrass complement of instruments, you might see the banjo player also pick up a clarinet or Irish whistle. This along with the versatility of the dobro player helps create much of their unique sound. The Bluegrass Association of the Czech Republic declared Druha Trava "Group of the Year" in both 2005 and 2006.