Flashes of lightning from Jäislið steppes
Cossack patrol's last shift
Kumu brings hooves
Like a male choir of angels on the shores
The fire is in the eyes of the comrades
The fire, but the longing for Tuonela is gone< br/>He rakes the bottom of his heart
The brightness of the frost on him fades
The cold tunes his joke
The lips worship the frost
Love pays a price
Hardest of the fates
to drink ice here
The maiden is Norwegian and heavenly
Hair like coal and carats of gold
The answer can be dangerous
Only the snow of nuclear winters on our shoulders
The cold plays its joke
The lips worship the frost
Love pays its price
The harshest of the fates
we drink here in the ice
Frozen food is available!
The cold plays its joke, the lips worship the frost
Love pays its price
The toughest of fates for us to drink here in the last ice ä
To drink here is ice
So shut up and dance to the beat
When a favorite shines in the moment
Because the hug of tomorrow can be many times,
by many comparisons already more earthy