Kristína - Horehronie

The song is an ode to the Horehronie tourism region. It became the winner of the Slovak music contest Eurosong 2010 on 27 February, getting the largest share of the televote and coming second in the jury vote.

Horehronie (also Upper Hron River region or Horné Pohronie) is a tourism and geographic region of Slovakia. It is situated in the Banská Bystrica and Brezno districts and encompasses the upper Hron River valley and the surrounding Low Tatra mountain ranges.

Keď sa slnko skloní na Horehroní chce sa mi spievať, zomrieť aj žiť

Keď sa slnko skloní na Horehroní túžim sa k nebu priblížiť

Na tráve ležím a snívam o čom sama neviem

V tom vánku, čo ma kolíše keď je slnko najnižšie

Najkrajšie stromy sú na Horehroní to tiché bratstvo vraví mi poď

Sem sa vždy vrátim keď ma niečo zroní, vravia to stromy: z pliec to zhoď

Na tráve ležím a snívam o čom sama neviem

V tom vánku, čo ma kolíše keď je slnko najnižšie

Keď sa slnko skloní na Horehroní tam niekde v ďiaľke náš zvon zvoní

Keď má ma to bolieť tak nech ma bolí raz sa to stratí do čiernej hory

Na tráve ležím a snívam oči tíško plačú

V tom vánku, čo ma kolíše keď je slnko najnižšie

Na tráve ležím a snívam oči tíško plačú

V tom vánku, čo ma kolíše keď je slnko najnižšie

Najkrajšie stromy sú na Horehroní

English Translation

Horehronie

When the sun goes down in Horehronie, I want to sing, die and live

When the sun goes down in Horehronie, I wish I could get closer to the sky

I’m lying on the grass and dreaming, of what, I don’t even know myself

In the breeze that gently sways me, when the sun is at its lowest point

The most beautiful trees are in Horehronie, a silent brotherhood is telling me: come

I come back here when I feel sad, the trees are saying: shake it off

I’m lying on the grass and dreaming, of what, I don’t even know myself

In the breeze that gently sways me, when the sun is at its lowest point

When the sun goes down in Horehronie, out there somewhere far away our bell is ringing

When it hurts, let it hurt, one day it will vanish in the black mountain

I’m lying on the grass and dreaming, my eyes are crying softly

In the breeze that gently sways me, when the sun is at its lowest point

I’m lying on the grass and dreaming, my eyes are crying softly

In the breeze that gently sways me, when the sun is at its lowest point

The most beautiful trees are in Horehronie