Statue of ice
I am darling, statue of ice
I died but my heart is still alive;
in the spring when love blooms
my love is deeply hidden in tombs.
Beams of miraculous sun don't reach me
but still I live in their chains
and with your every tear I'm slowly melting
then love, there is no worse pain.
When your tears, on my icy hands, fall
the enchanting song wakes me up
Living for the flash of the beauty,
Is it my gift, cross or duty?
Hear my knocking! My voice from the grave!
Nailed in ice and covered with autumn gold leaves
I sleep in my verses
hoping that you'll be raised from the ashes.