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