Stroll at night, through the narrow and dark streets of Prague,
Meet the diaphanous shadows of Kampa
Reflections of the baroque soul of Mala Strana
Climb to Hradčany hill
Up there, a silence defying time
Then find the placid Vltava and its golden sparkles
Suddenly, the fog veils the night sky and the creatures
Of stone on Charles Bridge come to life
I’m not alone