Saxophone by Ladislav Novotný

My dear old friend

Relaxing in your case

I still recall the moment

I brought you home

Do you remember?


The touch of mother-of-pearl

Your body shining all around

My fingers slightly trembling

Eager to make the first sound

Can you remember?


Stages and crowded ballrooms

Cities and country towns

Even those smoke-filled beer joints

Streets full of passers-by

Can’t you remember?


Waiting for drumstick signals

Which make us fly

Girls in their flowing gowns

Who wave us goodbye

You must remember!


Long journeys, coffee in the morning

Bittersweet taste in the mouth

Pairs of green bottles dancing

All that stuff we’re crazy about

You will remember!