You smell of roses
And I’m allergic to them…
But it’s never terrible
To suffocate in style,
Yielding myself for money
For warmth and for light
I leap into the ice-hole.
Ice sculptures live on
For a hundred years.

In a city of eternal winter
Where cold is a residence permit,
You live there even now - 
venomous star.
 
 [bad word] towards the sun
And want to [bad word] chocolate,
But the beans make me sneeze 
And [bad word] s windows start rattling!
You throw yourself towards me
Under the wheels of a carriage.
I’ll do the crying and 
You can die in style.

In a city of eternal winter
Where cold is a residence permit,
You live there even now - 
venomous star.

The snow’s trampled down
Mixing slush with dust
If this is the homeland of dirt, it’s still stylish…