The winter will come, filled with meetings and white squares. Winter will come, and I will be accompanied by friends. We will drink coffee and talk about things that are only fitting for us. We will laugh until we cry.
In the winter, the rain falls, and the hatred of the breasts and the cold of the heart is washed away. In the winter, the sky shakes, and all the energy of the mighty is remembered. In the winter, every oppressor knows that the cold is very harsh.
Clouds are overcast, rain is washing the faces, and the traffic of roads is stable. People do not stop for a little rain, but some of them are worried about this atmosphere. Some of them are happy and active in these times, but they are sure that it is a day of the winter night.
