Inside the room of my childhood,
There was a cold wind blowing.
And despite the heat of furnace,
Hoarfrost would cling to the walls.
Only the arms of my mother
Could have ever really warmed me.
But she’d never come to visit,
Till one day I found a match...
Within the room of my childhood,
Lurking lay snow avalanches,
That had buried the way out,
For eternity.
Only my father with the eyes of
Colour blue like that of glaciers
Could have saved me
But the distance was too far...
I am a star out of molten metal!
I am a star!
Everything becomes ash in my embrace,
A star, even though no white-hot fire
Ever thawed the ice inside me...
The flames are now my friends
Supposed to light my way in darkness
Supposed to warm me up a little
Me and my cold fury...
That room of my childhood,
I burn down time after time
All that had let me freeze
In few hours is just embers
Because of my cold rage...
I am a star out of molten metal!
I am a star!
Everything becomes ash in my embrace,
A star, even though no white-hot fire
Could ever melt the ice inside me...