A Slovak group legendary for its live shows recorded during their remarkable acoustic concert at the Prague club Vagon. Where We Are Living, With Magor, Sweet Nights At Stoka, City, Days Like Chimneys, Tired Of Fighting and six other songs from the vast catalogue of this popular band. (Video HD, 51 minute.)

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Where We Are Living

This country is draped with a heavy red cloth,
I can't recall the air here ever being so oppressive.
The nation cries: "Catch the thief!", but it would happily take his place.
Now the biggest gorilla has taken the throne
and nothing stands in its way any longer.

Where are we living, where are we living?!
Where are we living, where are we living?!

Expect a storm of a new kind, the clouds are leaden...
Like trash, we're going round in circles – what a terrible thing!
The same bloodshot eyes, the same treacherous whirlpools...
I'm walking down the street and feeling like it's 1984.

Where are we living, where are we living?!
Where are we living, where are we living?!
Where are we living, where are we living?!
Where are we living, where are we living?!

In these parts of the Hungarian Kingdom, everyone just awaits orders,
trains run late, connection freezes, the last janitor says: "No!"

Where are we living, where are we living?!
Where are we living, where are we living?!
Where are we living, where are we living?!
Where are we living, where are we living?!

With Magor

If we all walked away from our stoves, side by side,
if we were more audacious, we would go farther, we would be better.
And if guardian angels didn't protect the devil-may-cares,
if they weren't crazy, the world wouldn't be worth a damn.

To put on life like a sombrero, with Magor, with Magor...
To leave the world hanging behind the horizon, with Magor, with Magor...
One more small beer and a bororo, with Magor, with Magor...
A hundred thousand miles above the sea and beneath the sea, with Magor.

Not to live like undertakers, earthbound, day and night...
Oh, we're not trapped yet, as long as we're loved.
As long as we're not ants yet, imprisoned in work,
we're free like birds, underground.

To put on life like a sombrero, with Magor, with Magor...
To leave the world hanging behind the horizon, with Magor, with Magor...
One more small beer and a bororo, with Magor, with Magor...
A hundred thousand miles above the sea and beneath the sea, with Magor.

Oh, to be eternal like a plastic bag...
Oh, to collect just stones and slaps for the road...
Oh, to go against the stream like a stork – spectacularly...
Oh, to be like a joke that messes up their sermon, other people's sermon!

To put on life like a sombrero, with Magor, with Magor...
To leave the world hanging behind the horizon, with Magor, with Magor...
One more small beer and a bororo, with Magor, with Magor...
A hundred thousand miles above the sea and beneath the sea, with Magor.