Dirty nights, sleeping days
I live each instant outside myself
Looking, calling without response
The skies are deserts.
Sad heart, I invent monsters
within every shadow.
In quest for light, I lost my brightness.
I looked for an aura, but I only found emptiness
I dived toward the bottom.
Filthy caresses are my only affections.
I advance more and more coldly;
Anguish weakens me.
I lose my balance; you didn't have to bump me.
The present is a wound;
What am I waiting for, what am I waiting for?
Dirty nights, sleeping days
I live each instant outside myself
So alone, I scour the road
now in order to defend myself.