Translated by A. Z. Foreman - A Little Snow Research lyrics

Snow - and not that rare Jerusalem kind But the New York vagrant white Started encircling me meanwhile Candle after candle lit up in me. Every day was a prophecy, a requital And even the weatherman was remarkable For his kindness, careful not to disclose whether Bitter phenomena were invading Some air, somewhere. Now I am an island unto its snow. A knife-glint alone. Chances for indulgence are sealed and done.