When he came down to the street after their meeting The air was whirling with snow Winter had come, while they lay together The night shone white, He walked quickly with joy The whole town was downhill Behind turned-up collars everyone was smiling And It was freer And all the question-marks began singing of God, or something So he thought And music broke out, and we walked in the snow With long steps. Everything on the way to the note C A trembling compass directed at C One hour higher than the torments It was easy. It was easy Behind turned-up collars everyone was smiling