Umeleckým menom Yaro Leto je silne charizmatický spevak s pestrou hudobnou a životnou históriou. Skôr, ako sa stal Yaro klasickým sochárom, moderným maliarom, vodičom nákladných vozidiel, kuchárom, herecom a vášnivým spevákom, bol Yaro označený aj za „slovenského Leonarda Cohena“.
Ak sa chcete dozvedieť o Yarovi viac, začítajte sa do textu jeho piesne:
I do not know when I was born.
Maybe in the middle of the twentieth century.
Maybe I have always been here.
Maybe I do not have an ending.
I got started in Slovakia.
After that, I always had trouble getting started.
I don’t know how many brothers and sisters I have.
More than my fingers and toes.
My mother sold roses on the steps of the church.
She had Hollywood fantasies, and so
my father was a director.
Or so he said.
He also said he was going to make my mother a star.
Instead, they made me.
I had trouble getting started in the school.
My education is not formal.
I had trouble getting started in the military.
In Communist time in Slovakia,
I went to prison to for something I did not do.
I shit to my pants to be crazy in their eyes.
They let me go.
But I was on the black list. I could not work.
So I went to America.
I did not speak English.
So, I walked.
And I walked and I walked and I walked.
Finally, somebody gave me job to drive a truck.
I had driver’s license in nineteen states.
I lost them all.
I lost everything.
I should not even be here.
But I am.
I am here because of my angels.
My angels are the feathers
that fall from God’s broom.
You are my angels.
I am an artist.
I am a sculptor.
I am a painter.
I am a cook.
I am an actor.
I am a singer.
I am your friend.
I am Yaro.