Old Silver Key - November Nights Insomnia lyrics

My old lonely house filled with the smell Of burnt fallen leaves. Sound of pa**ing birds' wings... Trembling, oldness, twilight... Candle is fading, books, old photos are in disorder on the floor Wind is throwing naked black branches into the window I'll not fall asleep this night At the dawn behind a pale veil I'll see like in black white mute cinema Those who are long ago pa**ed