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Frozen Solid
English source:
Jeremy Sams
It has to be here somewhere
There has to be a trace
Of where we walked together
That pure and perfect place
It has to be here somewhere
There has to be a trace
Of where we walked together
That pure and perfect place
If only burning kisses
Could penetrate the snow
I’d melt it with my tears
Till I saw the meadow
That lies below
If only burning kisses
Could penetrate the snow
I’d melt it with my tears
Till I saw the meadow
That lies below
Have all the flowers withered?
Are all the roses dead?
Where golden meadows flourished
There’s ice and snow instead...
Where golden meadows flourished
There’s ice and snow instead...
Have all the flowers withered?
Are all the roses dead ?
I long to wipe my memory
Of where and what we were.
But if that ache were silenced
Then who would sing of her?
I long to wipe my memory
Of where and what we were.
But if that ache were silenced
Then who would sing of her?
Because my heart is frozen
The pain is frozen there
But God, should it start melting
T’would be too much, too much to bear
Because my heart is frozen
The pain is frozen there
But God, should it start melting
T’would be too much, too much to bear
Too much to bear
There has to be a trace
Of where we walked together
That pure and perfect place
It has to be here somewhere
There has to be a trace
Of where we walked together
That pure and perfect place
If only burning kisses
Could penetrate the snow
I’d melt it with my tears
Till I saw the meadow
That lies below
If only burning kisses
Could penetrate the snow
I’d melt it with my tears
Till I saw the meadow
That lies below
Have all the flowers withered?
Are all the roses dead?
Where golden meadows flourished
There’s ice and snow instead...
Where golden meadows flourished
There’s ice and snow instead...
Have all the flowers withered?
Are all the roses dead ?
I long to wipe my memory
Of where and what we were.
But if that ache were silenced
Then who would sing of her?
I long to wipe my memory
Of where and what we were.
But if that ache were silenced
Then who would sing of her?
Because my heart is frozen
The pain is frozen there
But God, should it start melting
T’would be too much, too much to bear
Because my heart is frozen
The pain is frozen there
But God, should it start melting
T’would be too much, too much to bear
Too much to bear
Composer
Franz Schubert
Franz Peter Schubert was an late Classical and early Romantic composer. He produced a vast oeuvre during his short life, composing more the 600 vocal works (largely Lieder), and well as several symphonies, operas, and a large body of piano music. He…
