Midnight...
Not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet,
And the wind begins to moan.

Memory...
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful, then
I remember the time I knew 
what happiness was...
Let the memory live again!

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning,
Someone mutters,
And the streetlamp gutters,
And soon it will be morning.

Daylight...
I must wait for the sunrise,
I must think of a new life,
And I musn't give in.
When the [bad word] 
Tonight will be a memory too,
And a new day will begin.

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning.
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning.

Touch me...
It's so easy to leave me.
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is.
Look,
new day has begun!