leaves fall down, cover the ground,
just a wind, can not calm down,
softly speaking with a cloud,
above concrete city ground,

every night, they speak about,
how neon light, exchange the Sun,
how daytime noise turns into silence
and streets become so very quit

no traffic jams, all roads are free,
cars fade away, before the midnight,
cold autumn rain, won’t start again,
water the roofs of sleeping city