Ratiboř

Confessions
Marie Grey

Ratiboř village
below Kyčera lies
a brook flows through the centre
The watercourse runs fast to the Bečva.

Wooded hills
and green hillsides
for all generations
are made here

From the adjacent valleys
winding streams wind
The water flows in them
through the beautiful landscape.

Many take to the world
on their pilgrimage
to the home of thought
in their hearts.

Their native village
Everyone loves it dearly
and will gratefully
...and always remember it with fondness.

Home is home after all
will always remain
♪ though the wind may blow you ♪
far away.