I am speaking to you,
knight of the night with a cruel gaze,
Shadows of habit cover you heavily,
you slip on the asphalt
the white stripe,
and you leave the chaos
for only hope.
The silences call out to you,
but you pass by,
the lanterns are burning,
but you don't stop,
you hold in your hand
the fire screen,
and fate drags you along
silently, secretly.
You're walking down the road,
Arditto to Metz,
and your shadows bleed
the eyes of the earth,
They whistle in the air
the hidden words,
and the city bends
in silent notes.
A Mercedes
before the turn,
the traffic light is suffocating you,
and Syngrou calls you,
do you think you are
lightning in the rain?
The red is blooming,
bright wound,
and a dog comes down
quickly turn.
My blood froze,
the breath is silent,
and time dissolves,
changes form.
The moon is hunched over.
He looks at you from above,
but you like steel,
You hold the fire.
Do you think you are alone?
You conquer the world,
with the heat of the asphalt
You speak in your veins.
And when silence envelops you again,
knight of shadows,
child of the rain,
Your ballad is being written.
always hoarse,
on the street, the notes at night,
and the city is silent.
The dog finds the strength,
and howls at the turn
tearing the silence of the night.
photo SplitShire, https://pixabay.com
