Made entirely of glass, cold as ice
Every tree in the glass garden
Spotless like crystal
Every sound in the glass garden
As if sculpted out of water, frozen
Cracked laughter
Elves' voices hurry between the clear flowers
Ice-like branches
Glassy trees
Are they even alive?
They cast no shadows
Only broken images
They fan out the light
In the glass garden, time loses itself
and remains preserved as a moment
(Made entirely of glass and cold as ice is
every tree here in the glass garden)
(Spotless and like crystal is
every sound here in the glass garden)
[Refrain]
Only the moon points the way to the morning
It allows the sun a new day
In the glass garden, the moon kisses the light
(Made entirely of glass, cold as ice)
(Every tree in the glass garden)
(Spotless like crystal)
(Every sound in the glass garden) [x2]
Nothing is fragrant, the fruit is flavorless
Who enjoys it?
(Beautiful...)
In the crystal glass, the light goes astray
The flowers appear brittle and rigid.
To whom should I give this coldness, the expected emptiness? Impossible to pick them
They shatter into thousands upon thousands of fragments,
tiny crystals which sing as they fall,
accompanying the breath of the elves to every ear
that's willing to hear
[Refrain]
And the flowers appear brittle,
quite impossible to pick them
They shatter into crystals
which sing softly as they fall,
and the breaths of gentle elves
that accompany the smallest sound
through the garden made entirely of light
to your ear, if you can then hear it.
[Refrain]
Like everything - clear, smooth, pure [x2]
Made entirely of glass, cold as ice
Every tree in the glass garden
Spotless like crystal
Every sound in the glass garden