the gloom of my tired soul

is reflecting in myself

between us

there lies a kind of sad seclusion

the shining of the moon

floods the streets

and endless lines of houses

I can hear the echo of my footsteps

when did I start to devote myself

entirely to the sleep?

and when I dream of a different world

there is no reason left for fear

there's nothing that depresses me

no grief no sentimentality

nothing but deep deep sleep

finally at home

I am wrapped up in a deeper darkness

and I'm unable

to think about solutions

the sleep comes over me

like the flood overflows the beach

the moment I wake up

let me feel forsaken

when did I start to devote myself

entirely to the sleep?

and when I dream of a different world

there is no reason left for fear

there's nothing that depresses me

no grief no sentimentality

nothing but deep deep sleep