The city where you lived
is getting uncrowded
the birds singing beautiful melodies are getting quite slowly
the river don't
flow with its charm.
the blue sky is taking
over by twilight
the busy roads now got
no luxurious cars.
the streets are empty.
just the sound of big round clock
can be heard.

Not a soul buys flowers anymore
love is fading away
Tobacco smoke can be smelt as
everyone through out their pain
by smoking cigarettes.


Slowly and slowly the city is getting uncrowded