Me telling about the farthest point of the night, Me telling about the farthest point of the darkness, The farthest point of the night
Walking towards my home, darling? Bring me light, and a hatch Which through that I can look at the crowd of “LUCKY” alley
Me review this luckiness oddly Me addicted to my desperation. Behind this window, the night is shivering And the earth has stopped turning Behind this window, an un-known Concerns about you and me
And this is me, A woman, alone At the sill of a cold season, At the sill of perception of the contaminated existence of the world, And the plain but gloomy desperation of the sky.