Dark faces around –
The clear glasses on the table –
The white surf
the white snow
and eternal storm,
our weak courage
in the noise of the world –
Down in front of the glass’ edge
sinks the Almighty’s beard
his giant calmness, his commanding gaze,
his tearful smile –
The white surf
the white snow
and eternal storm,
our weak courage
in the noise of the world –
Drink up,
God help us little ones –