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.