Like a horseshoe, I’m frozen into the sleigh track,
Like a horseshoe, I’m frozen into the sleigh track,
Into the ice that I poked with a pickaxe!
For I didn’t waste twenty years
Noising through those camps for nothing.
I still have snow crust in my eyes!
I still have the racket of body searches in my ears!…
Hey, serve me up some pineapple
And two hundred grams more of cognac!