It is night, I look from a window, when the snow is pouring
it is night, if I could whisper something beautiful to your ear
I stay by your side for a moment
like a watchdog, "straightening a leg"*
when I look at you with wet eyes and think
when you fart like this under a blanket
the nose won't feel the smell at all
or I don't admit, when you wake up sniffing
It is night, only a cheap wristwatch flashes numbers
It is night and soon it's time to limp to the cowshed again
I stay by your side for a moment
like a watchdog, "straightening a leg"*
when I look at you with wet eyes and think
when you fart like this under a blanket
the nose won't feel the smell at all
or I don't admit, when you wake up sniffing
it is night
It is night, only a cheap wristwatch flashes numbers
It is night and soon it's time to limp to the cowshed again