It's an autumn evening. The street is empty.
There's a crowd of people at the end of a forgotten avenue.
An old man sits, smoking again, and pursing his lips,
And a lost sad gaze cries somewhere...
In the distance, mountain peaks fade, barely visible...
The final floor is hanging around past the doors...
Something's gotten a bit jammed there in the locomotives...
I'm looking at the dove-grey misty landscape.
Refrain:
City! Goodnight...1
Tomorrow a new day wil start again
Where is it? I don't know...
The city is my old acquaintance
City! Goodnight...
Tomorrow, they'll feed me breakfast
Where? A-oo-oo...
The city is my old acquaintance
A crow sings a repulsive "cah" in a duet with the echo,
The tired city begins its heavy snoring.
In the tin cans, passengers ride in a techno rhythm2
What a sad and boring step.
In the distance, mountain peaks fade, barely visible...
The final floor is hanging around past the doors...
Something's gotten a bit jammed there in the locomotives...
I'm looking at the dove-grey misty landscape.
1. (At least I'm guessing) This is a word usually used to lull babies (or whatever) to sleep, баю-баю, akin to "hush". Could also be a weird archaic form of the word "say", which would make this line "I say..."2. Techno the music