I toil between the ice above and below, -
Should I drill the bottom or the top should I break?
Of course, to swim up without losing hope,
And then, the business of awaiting visas

The ice above me, do brake and crack!
I’m all in sweat, like plowing man.
Like ships from an old songs, I will come back,
Remembering everything, even the old poems.

I’m less than half a century, forty something, -
In your and Lord safekeeping, I’m alive,
I have something to sing about, standing before Almighty,
Before him, I’ve something to justify.