Grey houses with windows like empty eye-sockets
Flinders and dust cover streets and squares
Rats scurry but-and-ben like masters and sovereigns
This is the only sign of motion and life
This is so splendidly
To live in such a city
But I can not be delighted in this
Because I'm dead
Dead dawn
Dead sunset
The sun astonishes
Why it is lonely
The moon looks at ruins apathetically
It get accustomed to death and destruction
It likes silence of the dead houses
It shares its domain only with wind
The cold streets forgot the sound of steps
The black streets wait for nobody
The territory of the black death
The graveyard without boundaries
The store of white bones
The open tomb
The god is powerless
To bring back to life this city
Churches are uninhabited
To sing hymns in them
Some day the city will wake up to life
Some day streets will filled with people
But now this place is inviolable
Nobody dare to live here
