Based on Slovakia 1998
Katarína Hasprová — Modlitba
Green room, Birmingham, 1998
As a child, I sang with pure grace
While my father was shovelling snow
Mother, reserved, but pride on her face
When I shone in the village’s shows
Cut to this week:
I think my sweet vocals impressed
In rehearsals, and then came that party:
I woke up clothed
In Guildo Horn’s velvet blue suit
Lost my virtue, this heavenly virtue
And Marie Line knows…
Feel my heart, it’s pounding so fast
As Ulrika calls Zagreb to start
Desperate for one point, maybe two, maybe four
Sharing tense smiles with cute little Lars
So it begins:
Davor giving one point to Spain
Then I’m startled there’s votes for Dawn Martin
Cyprus got four, sweat is drenching my forehead
And Malta at seven, yet I’ve still got zero
But then he says eight…
WHAT A GREAT START!!!!!!!!! Pour Slovaquie!
They liked my class, not the tacky
What if my high art won the trophy?
Stardom at last!
Stardom at last…
Smug, inside I sneer at those fools
So deluded but stranded on nil
Dana looks downbeat, not a prayer, not a hope
She’ll be mad as she hears my reprise
Soon I’ll be named
The Queen of each village and Saint
Of Cathedrals in my dear old country
Airports and schools will be named for me, they’ll put up
Statues to worship me
I’ll be far bigger than Shakespeare and Bach
I’ll sweep the board at the Grammys!
Four farewell tours in my eighties!
I’ll wed Prince Charles — you’d better curtsy!
Now votes from Greece…
…Lord, please…
…ten points at least…?