Like a reflection in the mirror,
which was forgotten and broken.
Like a song, without lyrics,
I'm gazing through the snow.
And the rimes upon me.
Fall and melt as well.
I watch the sky above me.
And the lake, under my legs.
I know: the ice is fresh and thick,
but I keep wallk still on it.
Not afraid of that it's melting,
not afraid that I will fall in. ...