The city of thousand moons Stints me on its light I am being passed by Pearl laughter carried along the dusty road The pregnant thought's weight hurts I'm shrugging all the empty words off my back Rain turns to rust Hopes remain dreams And I tried, I did try Not to turn them into dust Hands tired of Loneliness Odd sound of my own voice I fear what mirrors hide Eyes shut, no need to memorize the pain [Polish:] Miasto tysiąca księżyc