Beyond the mountains, beneath the wild skies
lies the city of memories and goodbyes.
A pristine beginning, an awaited day,
an untouched life, a new way.
Birth has uncovered itself as the sun rose,
the dead from the past is thrown.
Withered flowers, old shoes,
bygone years, city blues.
Old has departed, new is imminent,
leaves the memory, faded is the past,
arrives an immigrant,
making memories which won’t last.
The sun sets in the west,
comes the day to an end,
awaits the city for tomorrow,
old is gone but there is no sorrow.