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.