From below ice and above - I leap between, -
Make a hole above or drill below?
Of course - rise to the surface and not lose hope,
And there - to the matter of expectation a visa!

Ice above me, cracks and bangs!
I am bathed in sweat, like a ploughman ploughing.
I returned to you like a ship out of a song,
Remember everything, even old poems.

I am less than half a century - forty and more, -
I live because of you and the Lord’s grace.
I have something to sing, standing in front of the Almighty,
I have something to justify before him.