A small town somewhere in the south
narrow, cobble-stoned streets
here houses assume a pink hue
in the morning sun unlighted
a black cat is straching slowly
somewhere dogs run the streets
far away one can hear the carriage
and sound of horses' steps
A tired old man is walking
the day chased him from a quiet ally
now, in the woods he search for peace
for the return to a quiet ally
when the day will fall asleep
and awake to wonders of the night
narrow, cobble-stoned streets
here houses assume a pink hue
in the morning sun unlighted
a black cat is straching slowly
somewhere dogs run the streets
far away one can hear the carriage
and sound of horses' steps
A tired old man is walking
the day chased him from a quiet ally
now, in the woods he search for peace
for the return to a quiet ally
when the day will fall asleep
and awake to wonders of the night
