The talk with you like wading through the snow
On untrodden paths I lose my way
It's so easy to get stuck in a snowdrift up to the neck
We slide on slippery words
I'm knocking
I'm knocking
And I check whether it's open
And I scream again too many words
Too many words in vain
I checked all foreign alphabets
In order to decipher the language that I know
You permanently talk to me in crossword puzzles
But a dense fog covered the dumb show
In some moments when
I try to find a rhyme
The snowmen have their lips covered with foam
A melody is lacking
We dance askew like
Sweaty wrestlers in the USA