Lyric is ashamed, grows awkward,
Has frightened off all the nightingales.
Alarm in the news, evil rages,
Joy has fled to better worlds.

Music plays, the bars are overflowing,
Curfew is about to fall.
In the black sky the clouds thicken,
People hurry into corridors and cellars.

They savored the day, gathered up light,
Turned away from victims and ruins.
Only a lonely rose bloomed in the bed —
It ignored the blasts of mines.