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