Semechka & Sandman
Semechka Semechka
Sandman Sandman
Sandman Sandman
Ever notice how the city quiets down after midnight, when the lights flicker and the streets feel almost breathing? I find a strange calm in that rhythm.
Semechka Semechka
You’re right, it’s like the city takes a breath after everyone’s gone to sleep, just keeping the pulse in sync with the night. That's the only time you can hear your own thoughts without the chatter of traffic. Keep listening, you'll hear some good stories in the hush.
Sandman Sandman
Exactly, the night turns the city into a quiet library of whispers. I’ve got ears ready for the stories it’s got to tell.
Semechka Semechka
Just listen for the subway’s lullaby and the alley cats’ gossip—those are the real book‑worms of the night.