walking through winter, through snow-white fields    colder than cold ... for several weeks   and the lost fire's burning miles away    and the wind whispers stories in her ears            and she's asking: "do you hear these heavenly voices?    do you hear the preacher who wants you to pray?"            and this night so much colder than every night    and she says, she likes winter and winter-trees    and the sun seens so far away tonight    in the dark and deep, frozen water the light   of the moon under which she dies    of the moon under which we cry            ...death knocking at the door ... I must let him in ...    life like a river flows ... outside ... stay alive!   ten-thousand good reasons to survive ...            and she's asking: "do you hear these heavenly voices?    do you hear the preacher who wants you to pray?"            walking through winter, through snow-white fields    colder than cold ... for several weeks    and the lost fire's burning miles away    and the wind whispers stories in her ears            stay alive! ...my dear ... I kiss your cold hands ...   first time ... please stay alive ... I'm loving you ... you're    loving me ... imagine that you were at home ...    this night ... please try it!    don't leave me alone!