The look of the gloves and her color choice will make this a rather gothic project, that's why I decided for this song. It is called Eisblumen and from one of my favorite German bands Subway to Sally. As the song is in German, I tried to translate the lyrics for you - I hope it makes sense, it's really hard to translate lyrics.
Ice flowers
The day is quickly fleeing town, which is getting it's fill of the shadows,
it's showing its true face, the puddles are glimmering like ice.
A silvery stripe is gleaming in the sky, the evening transforms the thaw to frost.
The pale skin of of our cheeks makes us beautiful like angels,
they should fall to their knees and pray that the moon will stay hidden behind clouds.
We are like ice flowers, we bloom during the night, we are like ice flowers, way to beautiful for the day, we are like ice flowers, cold and black is our night, ice flowers bloom during the night.
Morning melts frost to thaw, the day makes everything shrill and harsh,
we cloak ourselves in sadness, but the day will go and our time.
Those who want to glow are fleeing from the light, are looking into the face of the night.
The pale skin of of our cheeks makes us beautiful like angels,
they will fall to their knees and pray that the moon will stay hidden behind clouds.
We are like ice flowers, we bloom during the night, we are like ice flowers, way to beautiful for the day, we are like ice flowers, cold and black is our night, ice flowers bloom during the night.
The day is quickly fleeing town, which is getting it's fill of the shadows,
it's showing its true face, the puddles are glimmering like ice.
A silvery stripe is gleaming in the sky, the evening transforms the thaw to frost.
The pale skin of of our cheeks makes us beautiful like angels,
they should fall to their knees and pray that the moon will stay hidden behind clouds.
We are like ice flowers, we bloom during the night, we are like ice flowers, way to beautiful for the day, we are like ice flowers, cold and black is our night, ice flowers bloom during the night.
Morning melts frost to thaw, the day makes everything shrill and harsh,
we cloak ourselves in sadness, but the day will go and our time.
Those who want to glow are fleeing from the light, are looking into the face of the night.
The pale skin of of our cheeks makes us beautiful like angels,
they will fall to their knees and pray that the moon will stay hidden behind clouds.
We are like ice flowers, we bloom during the night, we are like ice flowers, way to beautiful for the day, we are like ice flowers, cold and black is our night, ice flowers bloom during the night.
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