In the last darkness
before dawn, after the party
I wander through the city
my familiar city

The sky is clear
I have no idea
what I would want

The river glides by
Empty quays, no traffic
silence around the monuments
and everything neatly swept

Naked people made
of marble and paint
live in the museum palaces

The princesses play cards
in the basement of the servants
and my steps resound
in the floodlight of time