The day hurries out of the city
She drinks her fill of the shadows
And reveals her true face
The puddles already shimmer like ice
There's a silver streak shining in the sky
The evening turns dew to frost
The paleness that snows from our cheeks
Makes us beautiful like angels
They ought to fall to their knees
And pray that the moon stays veiled
Far too beautiful for the day
Cold and black is our night
Ice flowers bloom in the night
The morning turns frost to dew
The day makes everything glaring and rough
We dress ourselves in sadness
But when the day leaves, our time begins
Whoever wants to shine begs for the light
Looks the night in the face
The paleness that snows from our cheeks
Makes us beautiful like angels
They'll fall to their knees
And pray that the moon stays veiled
Far too beautiful for the day
Cold and black is our night
Ice flowers bloom in the night
Cold and black is our night
Ice flowers bloom in the night