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.