Eisblumen (Live) - Subway to Sally
The Day flees the city swiftly,
which drinks itself sated on shadows,
and gives its real countenance worth.
Puddles are already shimmering like ice.
In the sky, a silver-strip shines.
Evening changes dew to frost.
The paleness
snowing from our cheeks
makes us beautiful, like angels.
They should've bent their knees and pray
that the moon stays overcast.
We're like flowers of ice - we bloom in the night!
We're like flowers of ice - far too beautiful for the day!
We're like flowers of ice - Cold and black is our might.
Flowers of ice bloom at night.
The Morning changes frost to dew.
The day makes everything gray and rough.
We clothe ourselves in sorrow,
but as day goes our time arrives
Whosoever wants to shine, flees the light;
He looks night in the face.
The paleness
snowing from our cheeks
makes us beautiful, like angels.
They will bend their knees and pray
that the moon stays overcast.
We're like flowers of ice - we bloom in the night!
We're like flowers of ice - far too beautiful for the day!
We're like flowers of ice - Cold and black is our might.
Flowers of ice bloom at night.
We're like flowers of ice - we bloom in the night!
We're like flowers of ice - far too beautiful!
We're like flowers of ice - we bloom in the night!
We're like flowers of ice - far too beautiful for the day!
We're like flowers of ice - Cold and black is our might.
Flowers of ice bloom at night.
Far too beautiful for the day!
We're like flowers of ice - we bloom in the night!
We're like flowers of ice - far too beautiful for the day!
We're like flowers of ice - Cold and black is our might.
Flowers of ice bloom at night.