I have wandered many nights when I could not sleep.
I have wandered in Gothenburg and in Bangkok, in Dubai and in Lyon.
I have wandered under falling snow and in tropical heat,
At the feet of skyscrapers and beneath cathedrals.
I have wandered alone, most of the time.
And in all cities the world round,
The giants shine at night.
Like self-proclaimed gods,
Above the fates of men,
They do not care for my sorrow,
Not for my joys or my tears.
So why do I find such comfort in their glow?
If only I could be like those giants at night,
Glowing in the darkness,
Unbothered by the sufferings of the time…