Winter
Winter
Winter, just a season, no hope, no hope, just a process
The world gave me only one experienced life stage, period; nature
But where and how does the winter life live? There is always hope
Winter. Where? Now I live in London, and it's winter here. Pleasant
It's not too cold, it's not too hot, I'm shivering from the cold inside. Cold fear
My love is this season, like autumn, my true guiding principle
Winter in London, winter in England, but half of my winter is spent in my native country
It's not cold here, it's in Europe, and it will be hot there, and the ice will stay here, in England
But I'm wrong, there's no ice here, there won't be here, and there won't be there either, the heat has evaporated
It's winter, it's cold in Hungary, my parents' house is a warm home
I long to go there, to Tura, but still England is holding me back, my home, now winter
I would go, I would stay, I have two homes, I have no home, I am forever lonely
Restless solitude
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