(Delimir Resicki, "Glas Slavonije")

"...Distinctive in its narrative and fairy-like features, perfectly interpreted from
the music point of view, with lucid ethnomusicological dressing and the trade
mark of Lidija’s interpretation - emotions; Kneja is a refined part of the peculiar
“troubadour-like” evidence...” 

(Zlatko Gall, "Feral")

I lit the light to turn away the dark, delusion and loneliness. The shadows are murmuring,
the ground is booming under my feet, the wooden doors, suddenly opened in front of me, are creaking.
The cottage and me, like an apple and its seed, say farewell in silence because we know
that the light keeps glowing in the heart just as a scent stays in the memory.

The bushes are parting, behind my steps the grass is growing, the wild eyes are glowing.
I am turning back having a presentiment. A lonely chimney is waving at me.
Far away from it on a rocky land, my God, the world is falling apart!
I am running, all in tears, I have to keep going! I am stumbling over the tree roots,
my knees are bleeding. Suddenly, there is a rustling bed of leaves under me,
a roe is healing my bruises. Near the oak-tree a good fairy is stoking the fire on the sly whispering:
“Don’t be afraid! You are safe here. Do you understand? You are safe here.”
Soothed, I’m closing my eyes, remembering her words...