In the heart of Dinant, where night and light merge,
Rises a street illuminated, like an abstraction captivating to captivate.
Orange, red, brown dance in the darkness like a fiery poem,
A luminous path emerges, pointing to a mysterious vista.
In this nocturnal serenade, where light describes the path,
The mist glistens like a veil enveloping the scene, soft and stiff.
Here, in every orange glow, the city breathes its own melody,
A symphony of colours, a nocturnal harmony.
The reflections whisper stories, an echo of the past,
In the silence of the night, where the light reveals its soul, unbidden.
Dinant, in your nightly spectacle, the light weaves its own guard,