On the ancient garden where We used to feel the fire My hands livid as the earth A robin sings on thorns I watch this silence by the window, I'm so tired to bleed inside, Bleed inside I call you on the telephone, The city streets closed down On the frozen land You've always been so kind To deal up with my absence On and on I wished upon the snow, I wished upon, I wished upon the snow, At least the snow Sclerosis of the skin I hear something crackle And I'm afraid for my soul, From my hole My father's cheeks are red again, I need his strength to live in this frozen land I hold grandmother's hand, She's wrapped on her shawl, Seems like a child I wished upon the snow, I wished upon, I wished upon the snow, At least the snow