Stuck inside this icy desert have no place to go
And I can see the scarlet dazzle shining just above
I’ve lost the count of days I spent here and my body’s pine
And I can feel the guard of slumbers following the tracks of mine

My damaged brain’s depicting me the pictures of my home
It’s magic place across the ocean I used to call my own
Shrink into a nubbin lying under eiderdown
Listening to the fairy-tale cuckooing by the eagle-owl
Stretching for the apple-tree across the neighbor’s fence
Being off a like a shot breathing very dense
Flashing back on 20 years see what I have done
But I’m lying motionless in snow the mirage’s gone

Say goodbye to all my hopes waiting for the death [bad word] Looking up into the blue what I see at heaven’s dome
Wrapped up in the [bad word] from the ardor-bird
I’m flying to my forefathers my voice has been heard