This is the time of lightning without thunder,
This is the time of unheard voices,
Restless sleep and pointless sleeplessness.
Comrade, let's not forget the days
Of long easy silences,
Of friendly streets at night,
And calm contemplation,
Before the leaves fall,
Before the sky shuts down again,
Before the familiar clang of iron feet
Rouses us again
Outside our doors.