The street's lamps splatter their ghostly light in the gloom...
they range the trees along the street...
The limbs' shadows dance in the room,
their whispers penetrate through the window...
 

This favorite time when you can remain alone,
loneliness, not shared to the others...
no one from the street thinks about your existence in the shed,
you are alone and safe in the corner of the bed...
 

This placidity outside, these slight winds in the trees, these storms,...
...they are indifferent to me inside
but I am melting with them from here,
... I am in the storms, I am in the winds, I am in the silence...
 

...I am in the wind... It's inside the mind...
It's blowing just with a placid silence, placid sadness...
...All those vanishing emotions - nothing -
compared to the grandeur...
 

The sweetest moment of the day, desired hour,
when the darkness is outside, inside me...
All the day-time, everyday thoughts are gone till tomorrow,
...it's time for dreams to begin...