The dark Art
Noveau, passing away
Into the past
The silent whitnesses
Standing alone
Buildings
Flesh to the bone
Faces facing facades
Stripped to the bricks
Naked songs of time bygone
Of times gone by
Through the days and nights
The sweet simple lines
Sketched
  of the dark Art

Noveau, the dark Art Noveau
That survived
I adore you
For what you stand
I adore you
Budapest