Ode on Odense (Denmark)

Anotace: It's one year since I waved goodbye to you and all the year you've been on my mind. (I didn't realize how much the country meant to me until I left).

Like so many times before I can see TIME FLIES
One year ago I would have sworn I'd never write these lines
I didn't see much good in you when I still had the chance
I'm just not a party animal – please, no offence

And all the drinking lifestyle just isn't my cup of tea
And the cost of living, all in all, is pretty high for me
Despite us being a little different, I've never been the same...
Although I was born a Czech and I'll never be a Dane,

you're the very second country in the heart of mine.
There hasn't been a day without you crossing my mind
When I dream about you while asleep, I cry tears of despair
Because my body is in my bed, but my soul is THERE

Riding a bike from discos felt absolutely cool
I will never forget teaching practice at St. Klemens' school
The classes full of Nicholases, Fredericks and Peters
Biking lanes spreading over hundreds of kilometres

Bikeless was like legless from August to December
Kerteminde, Nyborg, Alleso or Tarup Centre
The feeling of safety in the streets at night
Though even you have your „you'd better avoid“ parts

My first memory of you is grazing horses in the mist
And so many more things I didn't know I would miss
Hardly any rubbish, everything so clean
The countryside „Behind the moon“ - one of the greenest greens I've seen

And Danish coins with a hole in the middle
Shop assistants' „tak“ and the crisps from Lidl
Munkemose, Belinge, Dalum and windmills
You simply took my breath away – though you don't have many hills

I deeply regret all the bad things I've ever said
I admit – being far from you sometimes makes me sad
But still I insist – you really have one „WRONG“
The reason why my bond with you can never be as strong

as with my home country; you have a disadvantage
It's not a different way of thinking, neither your language
All your pros are outweighed by one con
Without my friends and my family I could never call you „home“