Client: Knap Trail
Web: https://www.knaptrail.si/
Web: https://www.knaptrail.si/
When snow lies claim to hills and vales,
in Trbovlje, trails are carved like rails.
Fifteen, thirty, fifty km long,
each one dares you to be strong.
in Trbovlje, trails are carved like rails.
Fifteen, thirty, fifty km long,
each one dares you to be strong.
The views are stunning, pure delight,
every runner says it as they pass in sight.
Exhausted, wrecked, yet smiling still,
flooding Coke to fuel their will.
every runner says it as they pass in sight.
Exhausted, wrecked, yet smiling still,
flooding Coke to fuel their will.
Along the path, our symphony,
a shouted tune in raw profanity:
“Laufi matkurba!” echoes loud,
the mountain choir, rough and proud.
a shouted tune in raw profanity:
“Laufi matkurba!” echoes loud,
the mountain choir, rough and proud.
That’s how it is, the climb’s pure hate,
but at the end, at the finish gate:
a miner’s there, his grin sincere,
broken, worn, but full of cheer.
but at the end, at the finish gate:
a miner’s there, his grin sincere,
broken, worn, but full of cheer.