Steam hides the dogs and with steam sky is muffled You knew of the pole, from priority suffered Coughed with the snow, rolled yourself up in snowdrifts Consoling yourself with searchings of evidence
Sport, just the sport with entries obscure Furry Greenlanders feed their sledge-dogs poor And you will report - that frozen is even the cognac The further you`re going
There`s more rubble ice of initial source And, sure, almost any looks like the sought On mainland they also get tired of waiting thus Some years, some months Some years, some months
The ice doesn`t grow old with annual rings - As thus do the trees The ice doesn`t grow old with annual rings - As thus do the trees