The temperatures, they fall so quickly in the night
like birds, in flight mercilessly struck by bullets.
Like millions of soldiers, suffering in endless combat,
so remain the frozen waves. No air-holes remain open.
Tell me, am I burning, my heart, or am I freezing?
I can hear nothing, no matter how loud you scream.
See your face as if through a window, cracked, streaked,
so near, but I know that you will never free me.
Under the ice —
in blue light.
Under the ice —
don't forget me!
Under the ice.
Do I really want it to break?
Because I also know
that you will lose the ground beneath your feet.
The once unresting sea is externally still.
Only internally does the element not allow itself to be tamed.
The cold is pervasive and does what it wants.
its poison from millions of needles begins to paralyze you.
Tell me, am I burning, my heart, or am I freezing?
I can hear nothing, no matter how loud you scream.
See your face as if through a window, cracked, streaked,
so near, but I know that you will never free me.
Under the ice —
in blue light.
Under the ice —
don't forget me!
Under the ice.
Do I really want it to break?
Because I also know
that you will lose the ground beneath your feet.
We could violently hammer on the ice with our fists
until the blue gives way to the red of pain.
After a long refusal, the end begins to dawn on us,
that our breath will not last long.
Under the ice —
in blue light.
Under the ice —
don't forget me!
Under the ice.
Do I really want it to break?
Because I also know
that you will lose the ground beneath your feet.