Karel Plíhal: Kluziště (1985-89)
Kluziště (Ice Rink) by Karel Plíhal. As a background I used some of my own photographs of my old hometown. Hope you like it. Enjoy! :c) Kluziště Karla Plíhala. Bohužel nevlastním videozáznam, použila jsem tedy pro oživení několik vlastních fotografií své rodné hroudy, snad se Vám budou líbit. Krásný den! UNAUTHORIZED TRANSLATION (I'm sorry about my English...) ICE RINK Uncle blacksmith took his pliers And nipped one tiny raindrop off the sky, It fell under his feet But first of all he got thirsty thus he got himself some beer, Then he pulled an anvil and a giant hammer In the meantime... Three white crows are passing by In a row, heading for a place, They are swinging in the rhythm The three white crows are passing by In a row, heading for a place, They won't reach the place, They won't reach the place He shouted noisily into the quiet summer evening, Then he splashed the raindrop by a forceful smash, Suddenly the whole world was hidden in the raindrop And high above us the sky spangled with stars is hanged On a huge flycatcher In the meantime... Three white crows are passing by In a row, heading for a place, They are swinging in the rhythm The three white crows are passing by In a row, heading for a place, They won't reach the place, They won't reach the place A stream burst out of my eyelids on creasy pillows, Somebody touched my shoulders and kissed my cheeks, Somewhere far away uncle blacksmith is leaving, He's wiping down his palm soiled with soot In the meantime...
