What can you say when you have lost your tongue? Tasty...this word is too rude for what I hear now. So, it may be called rock. But it is too artistic to be called art-rock. He is she. And not only thanks to a woman’s singing. It is a lace of sounds and intonations – feminine in its essence, delicate, even almost imponderable. Not so much colours but shades, hints, whispering of green leaves, tenderness of dawn, melody of dark piano keys. Like water colours, which being transparent by themselves, are bright and really saturated with light. This air requires poetry and gets it, and carries it, and it seems as if it does not only blow, but strikes roots in the wind itself. And you sit in the room by yourself and listen to this light and feel the spring light green wind with white gold scent to sweep over you... Still these are only my words which are not so perfect at all. It is much better to hear how the sisters sing and how a fairy-bird jingles, than to read about all that...
Anton Jozhik Leyba (Hedgehog)
