Lyrics:

Night is changing into day. City lights are switching off. Long
Empty streets. I walk and my infinitude is cutting me in half
I lay down at the foot of the sky-scraper. I wish someone were here
The tenants are coming out still dreamy, smelling like coffee
When they se me lying, my legs spread and my eyes full of lon-
Ing, they halt with wide open eyes. The coldness of concrete
Freezes my bones. Maybe all is in vain. An elderly man approa-
Ches, a bag in his hand, and diffidently asks: would you come
To my place. I say no, let?s do it here, so i can watch the rows
Of bells and the lists tenants while you penetrate me. He lea-
Ves; the coldness and humidity of the early morning give me
Shudders. I pick up my rags. Nobody else comes out. My desire
For utter pain is crazy. Is it?