Eyes covered with snow,
cold shadow on her soul,
her heart pierced with an icicle,
cold voice, frost in her palm,
her icy lap.
The sun shine attacks in vain,
her feelings did not melt,
please, inspector
stop the train, that's it
I can't go on.
I can see it's getting dark
and now I know there´s just
the sadness of the closed door left
for othe one who is alone.
For the one who believe
for the one who sings,
even though her last kiss
is frozen on his lips
Eyes covered with snow,
cold shadow on her soul,
once you ask me
what is point of me living alone,
I will not answer.
What is point of me
living alone,
that I still live alone.