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The walking in the cold was like this
Fingers, ears, nose, numb all of them
The dirty sidewalk and everything, was a
Sign I xould follow and know
The right path laid open before me
And if I had walked with your feet and your legs
I would have felt like a very beautiful one
Same attitude: I've got same nerves!
Same language I'm writing, though I don't
Understand a word of what you try to say
I know each word of those words was chosen
And rehearsed a long time before I got into
The room and felt no-adapted
So, from one place to another, from this place to another
You can walk through the cold
And not just if you have planned to
Cause I can't guess what you expect
And from minute I know: the right path lays open before me
Though it doesn't lead me anywhere in particular