She was made from the air and ice That you can hardly touch her And her transparent eyes didn't reflect me
A separation wall rises till the stars And flies with me
If your angels would left me there, There is only a thread holds me in a silent emptiness If your angels would be able to tell once It doesn’t matter how many moons to be called, I'll be waiting
To another sky, slightly Like paging through the days And the trace was loosing in the sand And the ice was melting in the heart