On Most Surfaces (Inuit)

The frost hits me in the eyeAnd wakes meThese are blury wintersAnd I cannot seeI walk into the white light of the snowWhen the sun comesI break it with my shadowWhich tales me where I goThe frost hits me in the eyeAnd wakes meI am the snow falling down on youI tear up your face with my frostAnd make you run to somewhere warmWhen I come I see you get awayI burst out about your emptynessThe frost hits me in the eyeAnd wakes meThese are blury wintersAnd I cannot see