Here comes the evening once again,
Long would be the night,
There would be time of death, just as usual,
I would be cold,
There would be ghosts,
But just like yesterday,
They too would be killed
By chirping birds of dawn,
Candles burning,
Reminds me of me in my morning,
When I was thanking to be alive.

Here comes the evening once again,
Long would be the night.