Aquello

In the cold night
That has been lost
His soul got lost
In the gale
So much beauty
That cheered the afternoons
That lit up the lights
Of our city
In the dark night
That has been lost
In the old newspapers
His voice faded
The clothes hanging
On the wires
Greet the absent one
Prolong the goodbye

They say he left
They say he's here
They say he's dead
They say he'll come back