You cannot sleep in the long cold night,
and fall into the depth of the polar lights.
Your flesh still lives, but the soul dies
In the fragile crystals of blue ice.

There’s our breathing
It turns into swirling steam.
All words which you have said,
became as a desperate scream.

Winter night and the pale moonlight
will take you over the other side.
Stranger remains pictures on the glass,
Each our step turns the future to the past.

Hundred days there’re dark and cold.
We used to live in the icy world.
Your flesh still lives, but the soul dies
In the fragile crystals of blue ice.