Nice...instantly liked this. Reminds me of a young Grace Slick...except for the language.

‎"In front of the door I wipe off the snow from my hair. Snow from my arms, sleeves, snow from the eyelashes. Behind the door i leave my frozen shadow. When I slip inside, I let my heart thaw. Then snowflakes of seconds under your sight melt away. Who's ever be able to count them? They turn into drops of minutes in the eyes. Who's ever gonna pick them? I'll hang on hanger coat of dark night and from my neck scar made out of long days. From sleeves of weeks, from gloves I take my hands. Days, years, weeks lay at my feet, all those I've got. And black nights, black days when black snow falls I leave on the ground. From that bad night when sometimes one can't breath, when a cat sits on your lap, looking for warmth. And as clock ticks, ticking sounds through the silence, ticking fades away, time with breathing, warm breathing bed prepares. And clock ticking, its ticking slowing down sinking into the blanket. From days, years, weeks that lay at my feet, I then barefooted walk."  

I'm thinking maybe Kate Bush should take this song and translate it into English.