The Snow Outside Has Lost Its Whiteness
In the Glass of Puddle We See the Moon
We Are Walking, We Are Strong
Frozen Fingers Break Matches, the Matches Will Burn the Fire
Chorus
Try to Sing Along
Stand Close to Me
This Is Our Day, We Know It By Stars
Omens of Fire and Water, the Gods Cast Their Eyes
And We Step Onto the Unfinished Bridge
We Believe in Our Stars and Everybody Cries Out: I'm Ready!
Chorus
And the Weak, They Hit the Bottle and Live From Bottle to Bottle
They Complain; They Don't Let Us Sing, You Can't Sing Here
But We Are Walking On, We Are Strong
Our Frozen Fingers Break the Matches, the Matches Will Burn the Fire
