Shadows of the City

Shadows are still
 Oh, everywhere
 I hear to their crooked whisper
 And breathing of time
 Is laying there
 I see their humble awing twister
 Their lighted shy touch in the falls
 Of autumnal leaves I feel
 In breeze-wind from sea, in cracks of walls
 Tearing their wax red seal
 I see the ball
 With smile of ladies
 And laughters so shady
 The dances are rattling
 On stone-bridges dead
 And horses are mettled
 Dimensions are wed
 Shadows are flying o'er the great city
 Times coexist and ready to greet it
 Shadows are lying like haze in a pity
 Murmuring, soughing they are so wilted
 With bitter sighs they fill the thoughts
 And moans of past years
 In dead oblivion they rot
 And mem'ry its own tears
 New world is alien to them
 They are from lighted wears
 With noble eyes and full of gem
 But death so cruelly rears
 Rears
 Shadows of past are frozen in columns
 They look at us reproachfully
 Remember the Glory of the Empire
 They now see decay and stench!
 Shadows of this city
 Shadows
 Shadows of this city
 And now they sight
 From rusty roofs so bright
 In drops from Neva bay
 In Northern Sun's grey ray
 They're everywhere, believe
 The shadows of the lived
 The shadows of the walls
 The shadows of the stones