Proto dám vodu svým květinám / Runway tu zůstává – Helena Vondráčková (1985)
Alright, buckle up, because we’re diving into this quirky little gem of an album from the mid-’80s. Helena Vondráčková, a Czech pop legend, dropped Proto dám vodu svým květinám / Runway tu zůstává in 1985 under Supraphon, and honestly? It’s like stepping into a time capsule filled with catchy hooks, emotional depth, and just enough retro vibes to make you want to dust off your old boombox.
Let’s talk about the title track, “Proto dám vodu svým květinám.” First off, what even is that title? Translation: “That’s Why I’ll Water My Flowers.” Sounds random, right? But somehow, it works. The song has this laid-back charm, almost like Helena’s whispering secrets directly into your ear while you water your houseplants together. There’s something oddly comforting about it—it's not flashy or overproduced, but man, does it stick. Maybe it’s the gentle piano melody or her voice, which feels warm, like a cup of tea on a rainy day. You don’t expect much going in, but by the end, you're humming along like it’s your new favorite tune.
Then there’s “Runway tu zůstává,” which translates to “The Runway Stays Here.” Now THIS one hits different. If the first track is all cozy introspection, this one’s got swagger. Picture Helena strutting down an imaginary runway, owning every beat with confidence. The rhythm’s infectious—kinda funky, kinda synth-heavy—and before you know it, you’re bobbing your head like nobody’s watching. It’s got that perfect mix of nostalgia and sass that makes you wonder why more people aren’t talking about this album today.
Helena’s voice ties everything together. She doesn’t try too hard; she lets the music breathe. And honestly, isn’t that refreshing? In a world where everyone’s screaming for attention, here’s an artist who just… lets things be. No fireworks, no gimmicks—just pure, unfiltered emotion served with a side of ‘80s flair.
So yeah, Proto dám vodu svým květinám / Runway tu zůstává might not be the flashiest record out there, but it’s got soul. Like finding a forgotten mixtape at the back of a drawer, it reminds you how great music can feel when it doesn’t take itself too seriously. Weirdly enough, listening to it made me think about my own houseplants—and whether they’d appreciate me serenading them. Probably not, but hey, at least I tried.
