Träume aus Eis [English translation]

When did our winter begin,

when did we get cold,

when did our dream freeze to death

and take hold of us?

When did the cold creep up on us,

when did we freeze stiff,

when did we become roses,

just flowers made of frost?

When did our course go

onto the scrapheap,

forgotten in the snow

like dreams made of ice?

Now summer comes,

we are free,

we let ourselves go

and cry.

Now summer comes,

the sun shines hot,

when we dissolve

like dreams made of ice,

like dreams made of ice.

I never understood,

how did this happen?

Why we were careless

and not disturbed,

as stillness locked us up

in its circle of power

and we only remained

as dreams made of ice?

Now it's summer,

the ice has melted,

we let ourselves go

and pay the price.

• Artist:Saltatio Mortis
• Album:Brot und Spiele (2018)