@Bithan 25 August 2020 more from that month

Come to my city This dusty town that's yours and mine You may come back ( to it ) . You may leave it. You may succumb to the depressing dust of this world. Yet this cloud-covered, glum old Will crave for you, Ask you to come back to wretched necropolis. The morning's counting days to the fiery hours. A man in the bus-top, a traveler drawn towards light . The rattling nights and the plagued days Sizzle the town. I live in a story and sing this song, The story that's yet unknown to me. Come back to this town of mine, Back to the futile prattle of mine.

I know I'd never get back, The songs that can bring (me) back to you A traveler drawn towards light. The revenges stocked and congealed, Let them be . The pathos of the wings unengaged, The town stands sunlit and rain - drenched, Unknown to me. Come back to this town of mine, Back to the futile prattle of mine.