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