Lacni Franz "Bela simfonija" lyrics

Bela simfonija

(Dober večer, dragi poslušalci, gledalci, dober dan. Vidite, Srečko Janežič pri telefonu. Takoj drugo mesto bi pripadlo Križaju, ampak smola je nesla tako, usoda je bila pač kruta, padel je tik pred štartom in potem zajahal, pojahal kol, vratica, po domače rečeno. Tudi Stenmark se ni pobral, odpeljali so ga v novomeško bolnišnico, to je usodno naključje, nevidno sta povezana, kadar pade Stenmark, takoj za njim pade tudi Križaj, ne vem zakaj, ne vem zakaj.)

Bom lahko kdaj pozabilTvoj torzo na strminiJeklene tetive gorenjskega orlaPogled, ki osvaja junake Planinskega čaja

In tvoj vmesni čas,Moja kulturna katarza,In prva beseda najmlajših SlovencevNaj ne bo mama, ampak RC Elan

In strel v tišini je napovedal naš pesnikZdaj dvigamo čaše in pojemo račkeVsi skupaj ob progi veselo jodlamo

Nič nas ni strah, če so smučarji z namiNič nas ni strah, če so smučarji z namiNič nas ni strah, če so smučarji z namiNič nas ni strah, če so smučarji z nami

Naše blontno veseljeNam greje domoveV srcih poletje in sneg na zaslonihZveze so dobre, še kmalu in bo šlo zares

Danes ob enih popoldne je padel in obležalNekje na začetku drugega tekaJunak med junaki pri vratcih številka 13

Lahko si obrišeš nosV mojo belo srajco, dragaNe morem več gledat tvojih solznih oči

Bom lahko kdaj pozabilTvoj torzo na strminiJeklene tetive gorenjskega orlaPogled, ki osvaja junake Planinskega čaja

(Bravo fantje, Kuralt je po odločilnem trenutku, takoj po drugem najboljšem uradnem, uradno zabeleženem vmesnem času, odstopil, pritisnilo ga je ob tla, zapustil je pisto, odšel je neznano kam tudi z zmagovalcem Hansom Wenzelom ni mogel govoriti, obistala sta ga starša, žena, otroci, tudi mladinsko vrsto, kajti čez nekaj dni se začenja, torej v četrtek, v Badensteinu, ne pardon, zmotil sem se v Baader-Meinhof.)

Nič nas ni strah, če so smučarji z namiNič nas ni strah, če so smučarji z nami

(Lej ga, lej ga, kako smuča.)

(Začenja tekmovanje, svetovno prvenstvo v tehničnem poskoku s smučko, kjer je naš Bizovičar nedvomno nedvomno poslednji favorit. Stoji nasmejal ves bel, visok, nasmejan, rdečelas, postaven možak iz Šmartnega pri Paki in takoj ob njem že ostali Alpina Žiri Borovo Bata smučke Jugoslavija, smučarski kup, pokal, Sava Kranj in tako naprej, igre v Kanadi Sarajevo, pardon v Sarajevu.)

(Se pravi da se je ponovila usoda iz Celja, ponovila se je usoda iz Krimske vojne.)

White Symphony

(Good evening, dear listeners, viewers, good day. You see, this is Srečko Janežič on the phone. The second place would go to Križaj, but the bad luck went that way, the fate was cruel, he fell right before the start and then rode on, rode over the post, the gate, if I may say so. Stenmark also didn't get up, he was taken to the hospital in Novo Mesto, it's a fateful coincidence, they have an invisible link, when Stenmark falls, Križaj also falls immediately, I don't know why, I don't know why...)

Will I ever be able to forgetYour torso on the slopeThe steely tendons of the Upper Carniolan eagleA gaze that wins over the heroes of Mountain Tea

And your split timeMy cultural catharsisAnd the first word of the youngest SloveniansShouldn't be "mama", but rather "RC Elan"

And a shot in the dark, as foretold by our poetNow we raise our glasses and sing the chicken dance songAll together by the piste, we're merrily yodeling

We're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with usWe're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with usWe're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with usWe're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with us

Our blond joyIs keeping our homes warmSummer in our hearts and snow on our screensConnections are good, soon it will get serious

Today at one in the afternoon, he fell down and stayed downSomewhere near the start of the first runA hero over all heroes at the gate number 13

You can wipe your noseOn my white shirt, darlingI can't bare to look at your tearful eyes

Will I ever be able to forgetYour torso on the slopeThe steely tendons of the Upper Carniolan eagleA gaze that wins over the heroes of Mountain Tea

(Bravo, boys, after the deciding moment, immediately after the second best official, officially recorded time, Kuralt was disqualified, he was pressed against the ground, he left the piste for an unknown location, he also couldn't talk to the winner Hans Wenzel, he was visited by his parents, wife, children, also the youth team, because in a few days, that's on Thursday, in Badenstein, excuse me, I made a mistake, in Baader-Meinhof...)

We're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with usWe're afraid of nothing, if the skiers are with us

(The competition is starting, the world championship in the technical hop on a ski, where our Bizovičar is doubtleslly, doubtlessly the last favorit. He stands there all white, tall, smiling, red-haired, handsome man from Šmartno ob Paki, and right next to them, the others, Alpina, Borovo, Bata, Yugoslavia skis, skiing cup, Sava Kranj, etc. games in Canada Sarajevo, excuse me, in Sarajevo...)

(This means that the fate is repeating itself as in Celje, as in the ummm Crimean war.)