The lighthouses dazzle in the curve
The walls, cold like tombs
Tonight I don't understand what's going on in me
The steps marked in the sand
The hours cover their dilema
Tonight I don't understand what's going on in me
How many times so late
The wind, the wind
The wind, the wind rises
So many times late
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I didn't give you
An echo of possible guffaws
Removes misted turnings
Tonight I don't understand what's going on in me
The glasses show their boleros
To the world of diesel-powered snores
Tonight I don't understand what's going on in me