The walking in the cold was like this:
Fingers, ears, nose, numb all of them
The dirty sidewalk and everything, was a
Sign I xould follow and know:
the right path laid open before me.
And if I had walked with your feet and your legs,
I would have felt like a very beautiful one.
Same attitude: I've got same nerves!
Same language I'm writing, though I don't
Understand a word of what you try to say.
I know each word of those words was chosen
And rehearsed a long time before I got into
The room and felt no-adapted.
So, from one place to another, from this place to another,
You can walk through the cold
and not just if you have planned to,
Cause I can't guess what you expect-
And from minute I know: the right path lays open before me,
Though it doesn't lead me anywhere in particular
