It's evening, lamp gleams on the street Above the sky extinguished The house retired to rest Only the landlord is awake So people wonder about that Tired, sleepy At home would be nice by now Outside the night is so deserted
The gray walls of houses are dreaming Marvelous, silvery dreams The silence escorts us It runs far than returns All things snuggle up: Houses, trees. The world Sleeps, perhaps even sees a dream Than let us go on quietly
