Verse 1:

Lights, roads, and intersections bright,
Night patrols of empty buses in flight,
And in the sky, the stars still burn,
As hours of fading days take their turn…

Chorus:

Neon city—
Is it you who dreamed us here?
From smoke and folly,
You revealed our hidden fear…

Neon city—
Is it you who shaped our fate?
Not fast, not slow,
And pushed us through that gate…

Verse 2:

And we soar toward the advertising light,
In a taxi, cold as the dark of the night,
As we watch the scenes in a panorama wide,
While my heart holds ellipses, unanswered inside…

© Сергей Львович Коркин, 2025 г.