The taciturn skier rose
Turned up the sky
Without little reputation
Gathered words of life

Little did he know
For he was to be falling
Didn't well he know
The talkative brought him down

For he was to be showed
His pleasure getting wider
And yes little did he know
As he getting excited

Looked now up the sky
For which now he aspired
O little did he know
He was sailing two ships lighter

And when he touched the sky
He Left the talkative that brought
And there he lived his life
As him not them