Frozen Pool

While spring dies and summer gleams
this girl is left alone in the icy streams.
Fool, although not so young,
rain filling up her lungs,
sits by the windowsill holding a clock of steel,
always waiting to be sold for a kiss.

Sun is gone and hail is here,
trains go by, oh, why is tonight so clear?
Girl is still untouched,
now she´s undressed too much.
Still by the frozen pool, cold as a stolen jewel,
always waiting to be sold for a kiss.

Trouble is on display,
seems like it´s there to stay,
always waiting to be sold for a kiss.