To record this song in an authentic manner, our singer Eliška Sýkorová from Chouette Chevêchette got herself a waitress’s job in a café. She’d waited there for about two months, until at last they came… Continue reading
It was evening, Prague was glowing somewhere down there and I gladly listened to a recital to the memory of Edith Piaf on TV. Gloomy crimson chansons in 3/4 rhythm corresponded perfectly to the colour of wine in my glass, yet suddenly – lo! A change of rhythm… and a fleet-foot song La goualante du pauvre Jean sent me to my accordion.