From the window shines a light
through the attic day and night
One by one the fun is made
broken windows on the parade
Passers by shoot a glance
silence remains amongst the stance
The cold draws near
the sun declines
to stay awake and off it shines
Like a lighthouse in darkness the street lights fade
and once again solitude is made
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem