At Least the Snow

On the ancient garden where

We used to feel the fire

My hands livid as the earth

A robin sings on thorns

I watch this silence by the window,

I'm so tired to bleed inside,

Bleed inside

I call you on the telephone,

The city streets closed down

On the frozen land

You've always been so kind

To deal up with my absence

On and on

I wished upon the snow,

I wished upon,

I wished upon the snow,

At least the snow

Sclerosis of the skin

I hear something crackle

and I'm afraid for my soul,

from my hole

My father's cheeks are red again,

I need his strength to live in this frozen land

I hold grandmother's hand,

she's wrapped on her shawl,

seems like a child

I wished upon the snow,

I wished upon,

I wished upon the snow,

At least the snow