text/hudba: Zuzana Smatanová

Winter … reminds me many things Winter … I hate this part of sad time, this cold criminal time … … I´m still shivering and it will stop only in spring …

Winter … you killed my dragonflies! Winter … powerless without ice … screaming and losing her hands … … but she´s still conforming her face to survival …

Winter … destructive ice-accretion! Winter … freezy nature foundation try to peeling off my skin …

Winter, oh winter who we are? Father … he used to paint my face, in his soft embrace … … I hate you winter! his hand is not as warm as it used to be … … it´s your fault winter … it´s your fault!