In a perfect circle
I shine with my clockwork
Every shape, every line
I touch when I go around
That's what makes the silver shadow
In the latest hours of the night
Shadow that walks across the land
On the face of universe
Touch of my metal spring
Dead things back to life it brings
Color, shape, weight and dimension
Everything becomes one
Under the power of night
Wind is silent
Owl goes to sleep
When night is dark
When night is deep
Violin bow drags out of proportions
Streets are no longer horizontal
Bridges are endless
In every city of the world