Eisblumen [English translation]

The day's running fast from the town

Which is drinking it's fill of shadows

And revealing its true face.

The puddles are already gleaming like ice.

In the sky a silver line is shining

The evening is turning dew to hoar frost

The paleness snowing from our cheeks

Makes us as beautiful as Angels

They should kneel down

and pray that the moon remains covered.

We are like frost patterns

we blossom at night

we are like frost patterns

much too beautiful for the day

we are like frost patterns

cold and black is our power

frost patterns blossom at night.

The morning is turning hoar frost to dew

The day is making everything glaring and gray

We are dressing in sadness

But when day's fading our time appears

Who wants to glow is fleeing light

and is looks into night's face.

The paleness snowing from our cheeks

Makes us as beautiful as Angels

They will kneel down

and pray that the moon remains covered.

We are like frost patterns

we blossom at night

we are like frost patterns

much too beautiful for the day

we are like frost patterns

cold and black is our power

frost patterns blossom at night.