And the ice from below and the ice from above, between:
Do you want to climb up or down?
Of course come up and not lose hope!
And then there’s the visa waiting.

Ice over me - break and crack!
I’m all sweaty, even though I’m not from socha.
I will return to you like the ships of the song,
I remember everything, even old poems.

I am less than half a century - forty-plus, -
I’m alive, you and God.
I have something to sing in front of God.
I will have something to answer to Him.