I'm walking on the darkest streets,
seducing the murderers' knives.
I'm tracing the path of the moon,
reflecting the fearful shades.
The lonely slowly sounds of the steps
appeal to the underground faces...
The pale cloudy faintly light
perverts the shadow on the indifferent walls,
turning the sorrowful shape
into a lost wandering ghost...
A rat's run from the sewer
disturbs the fairy silence,
lonely night bird's sounds
imitate the rare brain's pulses...
