It snows, it snows on Liege
On its streets and its roofs in this pale, faded light
It snows, it snows on Liege
Only the snaking darkness of the river cuts the white
The town clock strikes twice
And the children who play
Watch a flock of birds
Over the black and the grey
It snows, it snows on Liege
Through which the silent river flows
It snows, it snows on Liege
There is so much snow between the sky and Liege
That one can’t tell anymore if it snows, if it snows on Liege
Or if it’s really Liege which snows towards the sky
Large fragile flakes
Fall on my hair and hands
And as I look up
I see the sky falling down
It snows, it snows on Liege
Through which the silent river flows
Tonight, tonight it snows on my dreams and Liege
Through which the silent river flows