Amsterdam asleep in the sleepless night, the canals of
dark jade under the small snowy bridges, the streets
deserted, my footsteps stifled, it will be purity, fugitive,
before the mud of tomorrow.
Amsterdam asleep in the sleepless night, the canals of
dark jade under the small snowy bridges, the streets
deserted, my footsteps stifled, it will be purity, fugitive,
before the mud of tomorrow.