The mountain is a mountain,
The tree is just a tree,
I'll never hide in the woods,
The gaps make me seen,
The crunching snow underneath hardens
my walk,
Its just as well I see,
Its just as well I don't,
The bird is here again,,
Bobbing away about its dream,
You can't fly too well,
Your little lungs won't take you far,
The deserted walk is settling in my feet,
At each turn I feel it is enough,
Through laboured breaths I sing a song,
It is for everyone,
It is for no one,
It is for only me to hear,
For the road is empty and the mountain steep.