leaves are flying in the wind
drops, these scents remind me
why dark, why always quiet, why all streets are imposse
why sad, why hopeless, why all songs are rainy?
why your arms not reach out, not keeo, not wrap?
why God never hear, never stop, never talk with us?
fidn me, hear me, pull out
show me a reason to hold
give me a hope to hold
when the moonlight disappears, the street child is cold
prayers not catch up, always closed doors
while steps heard, street lights vibrates
The lone lovers of the city sing their songs.