In the purple snows
Our trace is lost;
We will go behind the rain,
Having broken the mirrors.
Our city is situated
At the edge of silence;
Midnight, our friend,
Will show us the way;
On the other side of day,
We will go away from here
To the country, where the wind
Will bring back our eyes;
On the other side of day,
We will go away from here
To the city,
Where time doesn't exist...