Robert Laurence Binyon - November [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Together we laughed and talked in the warm--lit room:
Out now, alone I come
Into the street, in the fall of the early night
Shadowy skies, with a pale uncertain gloom
Hover above the houses dim; but bright
In wetness mirrored far
Retreating lamps outshine the lingering light
Hazily blue the air, heavy with dews
The wind; and before me the cries and the crowd
And the sleepless murmur of wheels; not loud
For a magical softness all imbrues
The softness estranges my sense: I see and I hear
But know 'tis a vision intangible, shapes that seem
All is unreal; the sound of the falling of feet
Coming figures, and far--off hum of the street;
A dream, the gliding hurry, the endless lights
Houses and sky, a dream, a dream!