I've been familiar with this night.
I came out in the rain and came back in the rain.
I walked the farthest city light.

I looked at the most sad city lane.
The watchman has passed his rhythm
Put down the eyes, do not want to explain.

I stood up and stopped the sound of the foot
When the distant one interrupts the weeping
From another house,

But do not call me back or say good words;
But also in a mysterious height,
A clock that illuminates the sky

It was not right to announce the time.
I've been familiar with this night.