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When the entire city sleeps, 
There's not a light in the darkened buildings. 
All modern beauty turns [bad word]  
He feels Night’s cold kiss on his lips. 

As wishes smother around mad lace, 
He needs to breathe again some fresh air. 
And if the life he would be spared, 
He’ll sleep in a gentle Night’s embrace… 

He’s a Nightman. 
He used to live in vain his lifetime. 
He’s lovelorn. 
His wings are feeble, but it’d happened sometime, 

Before his heart was broken, 
His lover came and shоne so cute and bright. 
Oh, Nightman how could you 
Fell in this love with just a dreadful Night?! 

He wore his hat both home and streets 
And prayed for hours sitting at the fire. 
When going outdoors he rose much higher 
Above unquestioning obedience he lived. 

At least the time of full moon came, 
Night led our crazy man a pretty dance, 
And whispered him so sweet but stark nonsense… 
That man forgot about Moon’s ill fame. 

He stood gathering his breath 
On the empty bridge above the quiet river. 
In a merciful face of a Night he was a childish futile believer. 
Oh, Nightman, why’d you loved not a woman but the night, was it a fear? 
After the moon into the water he jumped… 
And broke to shivers.