The dazed wind digs hollows in my soul
heavy as stones in a lake…
Another winter goes through us, my love,
and the cold air, embroidered with big snowflakes,
veils my faraway soul…
Casual thoughts darn their existence…
…What day is today?!...
Each moment between the two of us seems like a floe of ice,
and I old an eternity
in each tear…
See, my hair is snowing,
and my eyes are drying,
and my voice is fading already
since I’ve been searching uselessly for you among stony banks…
And I try not to curse myself for not finding you
and for the fact that the little courage that’s left in my heart
is blown all over by the rough wind…
All I know is to pray…
To pray for an early spring,
that could mild the icicles of my thoughts…
Maybe, among rivers of melted snow and snowdrops
I could find my soul easier…