Towards daily duty drowsy I go

Even before the sun to his own attends

When cold winds blow and whistle with sorrow

The very last moments before night ends.



With only the moon to witness my doom

Bound to come soon in this night of Autumn



Litten by scarce streetlights, with their shy glow

That dares not shed its beam too far, the land

Lies covered by such thick fog one now vows

That the horizon is but a legend.



With only the moon to witness my doom

Bound to come soon in this night of Autumn



In these moments before the fog dispels

When the sky blurs and dyes all blue at dawn

Building a bridge between worlds parallel

And we breathe deep the clouds, which are still down

My body follows to the sunny hell

Yet in spirit, in this magic I drown



While routine shall keep my now empty shell

With the mists my soul shall forever dwell...