| The weather left years ago | |
| We’re coming back to the glaciers | |
| All that we can see | |
| Are the tips of our feet | |
| Please don't kiss me | |
| You may freeze to my lips | |
| Please don't come near | |
| Have we ever had love here | |
| When I fear to death I don't cry | |
| The glaciers are cold | |
| They haven’t melt | |
| That’s all | |
| I see my palms | |
| They have no lines | |
| The snow is beating those gentle hands | |
| And I’m on a ship | |
| And I’m her only sign | |
| My Sister is crying | |
| I cannot save her now | |
| The past is fading | |
| We have to talk | |
| I dream of my mother | |
| She seems to have grown old | |
| All that she has she cannot see | |
| This one crying child | |
| A wounded heart to heal | |
| I’m on this ship And | |
| I’m her only sign | |
| My Sister is crying | |
| And I must save her now | |
| And it seems so good | |
| To swim with the tide | |
| And it seems so fine | |
| To be out of time |
| The weather left years ago | |
| We' re coming back to the glaciers | |
| All that we can see | |
| Are the tips of our feet | |
| Please don' t kiss me | |
| You may freeze to my lips | |
| Please don' t come near | |
| Have we ever had love here | |
| When I fear to death I don' t cry | |
| The glaciers are cold | |
| They haven' t melt | |
| That' s all | |
| I see my palms | |
| They have no lines | |
| The snow is beating those gentle hands | |
| And I' m on a ship | |
| And I' m her only sign | |
| My Sister is crying | |
| I cannot save her now | |
| The past is fading | |
| We have to talk | |
| I dream of my mother | |
| She seems to have grown old | |
| All that she has she cannot see | |
| This one crying child | |
| A wounded heart to heal | |
| I' m on this ship And | |
| I' m her only sign | |
| My Sister is crying | |
| And I must save her now | |
| And it seems so good | |
| To swim with the tide | |
| And it seems so fine | |
| To be out of time |
| The weather left years ago | |
| We' re coming back to the glaciers | |
| All that we can see | |
| Are the tips of our feet | |
| Please don' t kiss me | |
| You may freeze to my lips | |
| Please don' t come near | |
| Have we ever had love here | |
| When I fear to death I don' t cry | |
| The glaciers are cold | |
| They haven' t melt | |
| That' s all | |
| I see my palms | |
| They have no lines | |
| The snow is beating those gentle hands | |
| And I' m on a ship | |
| And I' m her only sign | |
| My Sister is crying | |
| I cannot save her now | |
| The past is fading | |
| We have to talk | |
| I dream of my mother | |
| She seems to have grown old | |
| All that she has she cannot see | |
| This one crying child | |
| A wounded heart to heal | |
| I' m on this ship And | |
| I' m her only sign | |
| My Sister is crying | |
| And I must save her now | |
| And it seems so good | |
| To swim with the tide | |
| And it seems so fine | |
| To be out of time |