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

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
(Nothing but I)