Luninets Night Symphony

Cold wind, frozen leaves.
A wonderful day, warm pores.
And only the black trash bin doesn’t
               know
Its brilliant simplicity.
Only a metal trash bin
He does not know his beauty.
The day is gone, as everything will pass.
But maybe in dreams we will not forget ..

Chorus:
Station, platform, someone was waiting for something.
The city at night in rails and sleepers grin. A ghostly veil through the evening lights Autumn Luninets.
The edges of forests and swamps. Autumn Luninets.
Where the swamp says to eternity. Autumn Luninets.
Wild ancient place.
Autumn Luninets.

The moon is floating and dim light Awkwardly glances out the windows.
And the townsfolk are sleeping peacefully
U wrapped in mock memory cards.
What we call high-rise buildings.
And the phantoms of our unfulfilled Dreams through the walls go.
Hiding from a locomotive hoot..
From the shroud of the night spit out Cities of Luninets