Simbellmyne's utopia

The lights are out, our revels ended,
The storm tore down the garlands rare.
Our song’s unsung, our glass unemptied,
The lights went out when life was fair.

The lights went out, again our glances
Are fearful, sad. Silent we’ve grown.
For who will pray if there’s no answer?
The lights are out – we’re on our own.

The lights are out – we’re both concealing
The dreams we deeply care about.
Mid visions fair and tender feelings
The lights went out, the lights went out.

Vincas Mykolaitis - Putinas (Translated by Peter Tempest)