In this city, the silver falls
In yellowish night and whitish cold
The silver falls on the gold
A shivering passer-by
And behind the curtain you and I
Watch this scene, very bold
When the silver falls on the gold
Yet I have my concerns
Strangeness lurks and desire burns
This keeps my soul on the hold
While the silver falls on the gold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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