Train is coming to the city of steal,
And you are aboard granting the dream.
As you enter the city of knowledge,
A science miracle on the lake's edge.

Two hours ago, you followed a river down stream,
Just then you saw a sky high  tower covered in steam .
The tower of Lesia, or so the folks call it,
The greatest library on Earth is within it.

The city's houses are created of steel,
Forever they move, afraid to stay still.
Universities are all over the place,
So that everyone can science embrace.

And mechanical creatures wonder it's streets,
It seems like they are alive, as you hear their heartbeats.
The folk in here works miracles every day,
Each district's so different in it's own way.

The streets are in fog but one thing is clear,
Now  there is no doubt that magic is real.
The city's walls With gears are covered ,
Cause all of the city is a steam powered
Huger then lake machine   .

For winter so much I wait
Siting each day by the gate.
With each moment it's getting colder
And night's growing all so much longer.

A cold lovely rain comes
Happens it every now and then
Shortly in snow it transforms
Now, the only question is "when?"

And I'm avare of it, and  I'm so glad
Therefore I just cannot fill bad
Waiting for winter, my queen to come
In my happiness I'm second to none

The palace of dreams,
there is a garden full of streams.
Where you can hear songs 'bout liberty
And poets speak of infinity.
In deeper rooms you will find secret galleries
And hallways are filled with novels and diaries .
And there we all, artists, live, as it's our kingdom
We all, courageous dreamers, our works about freedom.
So come to us with not a single regret, overground.
Let your talent shine really bright, with us, mates, all around.