Standing aside the water she
waits for the coming of the shadows,
the fall of the night
and she is cold inside
the black frost´s made her blindDrifting in the winter´s cold
still beautifully broken
a dreamy tear
slipping from her face
a pale rose withering, wearing off

Living a dream in a fragile scheme
over the distance
Beautifully broken
under the bright shining ice
a shade of a life
under a warm crescent moon
will there be your face?
Will there be silence
Silence, Beautifully broken

Reaching with her empty hands
still standing on the sideline
she´s lost her breath
and she has closed her eyes
sadness deep inside

Falling from a distant past
an ancient angel of the Odd
is coming down
and from her wounded soul
the red snow´s melting down, bleeding off

Living a dream in a fragile scheme
over the distance
Beautifully broken
under the bright shining ice
a shade of a life
under a warm crescent moon
will there be your face?
will there be silence
Silence, Beautifully broken