Who are you, in the mist? under the gray water over the bridges and beside the narrow walls Chords of an ancient time faint sounds of your voice archaic idiom of another world lost and forgotten Would I see you again? in this village of illusions your sinister and childish mask to seduce and take me into your fairy tale of notes.
Here is nowhere timeless illusion of stones, here you get lost drifting away from reality, here is wonder shining face of age, here is solitude emptiness and dullness. Here is nowhere, everywhere but here...
