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One of my favorite songs that my dad used to sing to us was "Prsi Prsi" which is about the rain. Several mornings ago when I woke up to the rain, my thoughts went to this song. My dad and I still whistle the song together in a little duet, like he used to do on the violin when he was younger.
Prší, prší, len sa leje, nezatváraj milá dvere.
Milá má, duša má, nezatváraj pred nama.
Keď som išiel od Aničky, štrngali mi podkovičky,
štrngali, brngali, sivé očká plakali.
Milá má, duša má, nezatváraj pred nama.
Keď som išiel od Aničky, štrngali mi podkovičky,
štrngali, brngali, sivé očká plakali.
Raining, raining, it is raining heavily, my beloved don’t close the door.
My beloved, my soul, don’t close it in front of us.
When I went from Ann, horseshoe was making sounds,
it was making sounds and gray eyes wept.
My beloved, my soul, don’t close it in front of us.
When I went from Ann, horseshoe was making sounds,
it was making sounds and gray eyes wept.
Sivé očká, čo plačete, veď mi moje nebudete,
Budete iného, šuhajíčka švárneho.
Budete iného, šuhajíčka švárneho.
Gray eyes why do you weep, you will not be mine;
You will belong to someone else, to a smug boy.
You will belong to someone else, to a smug boy.
Slovak is such a beautiful language, I regret not learning it when I was younger. It's on the bucket list, for sure. Hopefully I can get to that soon. In the meantime, I will just sing like I know the words.
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