Hegedűs Józsi és a Vadvirág együttes

If they didn't say it, we'd know it.

We know it's ugly.

We know something should be done about it, but at the very least we should be ashamed of it.

We know that where it appears, something is not working as it should.

Sometimes we even pretend to forget it forever,

as if it no longer has a place behind the cupboard,

but we really know that the little darkness behind the cupboard is the

the mould since the beginning of time, and that's as it should be.

Until then, we've been squeezing the rotten plums, the damp rooms of our childhood, the

of our poor youth

of our youth, until they become our story.

These are our Mildew flowers.