Some nights only leaves talk
Not a spark catches flame
Not a dog barks
It is cold and late only you walk
street after empty street
Each yellow leaf is a smoldering star:
torn from a million jackets.
not one could be extinguished
Forty years have scattered
but, in black rain, you burn.
Not a spark catches flame
Not a dog barks
It is cold and late only you walk
street after empty street
Each yellow leaf is a smoldering star:
torn from a million jackets.
not one could be extinguished
Forty years have scattered
but, in black rain, you burn.