We could call this a mere experiment and claim that all we wish to determine is where the boundary lies between poetry and song lyrics, where one can safely say: poems to the left and lyrics to the right. At the same time, we realise that all lyrics are in fact poems, and that all poems can become songs. It’s a bit like searching for the exact point where the River Tur, as a tributary, flows together with the River Tisza, then attempting to pinpoint where the Tur ends and where the Tisza begins. Perhaps there’s a way to determine it, but there’s little point in doing so. Despite this, we would like to experiment, in our case with music, to determine how much these songs can handle. We present a selection of the most beautiful songs from our teenage years, from the time when we realised that poems can be loved, not just analysed. A time when we first realised that a complete stranger is better able to sum up our feelings than we are. Poems became songs and miraculously we no longer needed to learn them off by heart as they made their way into our hearts by themselves. Of course at that age we were not exactly grateful for Radnóti, nor for Attila József, as they remained just guys in suits in our books of literature. We were not particularly appreciative of Sebő and Kaláka, of Zsuzsa Koncz or Gábor Presser, but more likely jealous of them – after, all they were singing for a living, a truly enviable career choice. At the blink of an eye thirty years have passed, and we are no longer jealous of anybody and love what we do. We are, however, grateful that Radnóti and Attila József remained as they were, those guys in suits, able to express themselves with the precision we cannot. We are grateful to all those who helped save the poems for posterity, so that today we can sing about what they mean to us. We don’t aim to be better than the original, just different. Presented by: Palace of Arts

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