Chorus:
Ice Girl from the first cover,
Ice shines in eyes blind to the world.
Ice girl, a wounded bird
on a striped stall with a cardboard box and a price.
The seasons bring us happiness prickly,
Today is sweet to be alive tomorrow is bitter.
For the girl of ice there is no colored no gray,
it has fallen captive to a beautiful person.
Chorus:
The weather is without mercy, the photo is already pale
And the girl of ice crushed looks at us.
Tomorrow at the stall the number next will hang,
alongside the naked new ice girl.