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