El son feréstec
S'arrauleix al voltant
Metzina espessa
Roent el meu cap
M'estic immòbil
De llum freturant
I espero l'alba
Per, els ulls, aclucar
Per, els ulls, aclucar
It was a little after four
Quite unaware of who I was
Found myself wide awake and dead
Drowned in my sleep and with no breath
A wiped-out face, sighs in disgrace
Such self neglect, dragged into dread
(Nothing but I)
Relentlessly, as time went by
I realized nothing was left
