WINTER WAS HARD

There wasn't much for the ducks.
Mother turned the breadbin upside down.
The ducks quacked and seemed dissatisfied.
The water was black and it soon froze.

Winter was hard, winter was hard.
Even money was frozen in the bank.
Saturday evening could only be celebrated
every other Saturday.

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Text by Bo Carpelan (originally in the language I don't know; Finnish, maybe)
for Aulis Sallinen's WINTER WAS HARD Op.20
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I love Winter.
The really hard one.

Happy Winter Holiday.