This night the windows of the buildings of the town
Light up one by one
One after the other
One house after the other
One building after the other
One street after the other
One city quarter after the other
And then
The night will have gone away
When all the city lights useless
The freshness of the Dawn defeats the lights
On a huge rock outside the port
Our civilization sits and looks
Looks at its lights all wandering
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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