Dark Streets
Now I am a prisoner of a city that has lost even its light. I am the companion of the screaming paving stones. I am a listener of silent houses, a prisoner of cold weather, a labyrinth city. I am the follower of the full moon in the streets touched by the night, I am the torch of a route that fades as I walk. I am both the guard of these dark streets and the ambassador who wants to escape.
Now I am a prisoner of a city that has lost even its light. I am the companion of the screaming paving stones. I am a listener of silent houses, a prisoner of cold weather, a labyrinth city. I am the follower of the full moon in the streets touched by the night, I am the torch of a route that fades as I walk. I am both the guard of these dark streets and the ambassador who wants to escape.
