Shooting all the early heralds of the dawn
That there might be uninterrupted killers
Of the rolling darkness, I'm ramming into
The snow mantle of the winter solstice morn!

The road surface is icing and forsaken;
Despite the cold I drive across the river
To your opposite bank. Come out and look
At the tracks in snow -- they are still there!
Now you have to believe in sincerity of my oath.

In the distance I descry the far bank of your city
Along the ice-glazed canal the willows and poplars
Stand in silent mystery. Shifting on its jaggy edge and
Snuggling against each other, they weather the blizzard.

I am an offspring of my ancestors and time, I used to be
A good driver who requires a muscle carrier,
While a muscle carrier requires a good driver.
When it roars off amidst a drifting snow,
You know then who keeps his word and who's the outsider.