The hour is half past four in the morning
and the moon who hasn't slept is looking through the window
but I'm still not sleepy
when light deprives us of the morning star1
But night gives wings.
It's hard to believe
that one can manage without sleep.
During daytime, nighttime
I go around sleepless
because I have become sleepless.
During daytime, nighttime
I go around sleepless
because I have become sleepless.
There is no time (anymore)
as a vampire, all hours pass quickly.
In the manner of a somnambulist2
I drive through all night and day.
Everything repeats from the start
and starts again from (day)light.
The wings of fatigue.
Where could one get sleep-sand?
Everything repeats from the start
and starts again from (day)light.
The wings of fatigue.
Where is sleep-sand?
1. orig. dawn-star2. orig. moon-sick