Now I know...  I can talk about nostalgia    That building - old building - has loosen  His polish and rust slips down  The gates and doors    Just longing,  Like someone waiting and  Sticking in the middle of the road,  Light of the ancient gaze  Loses her glow.    Now I'm blinded ...  By the step of mist taking it all away.    That tree-covered alley, has got  The ivy already dead and children no longer play in it.    Languid arms try to embrace  A bit of stardust  They have failed and only grope for  The comet's tail    You  Moving to me  From my inside to the outside  From the outside to my private hell    No stop  No stop for the restless  For the helpless one  Never stops    I'm calling you  Calling you  With all my words  With my silence  With what's between the lines