At the third hour of the night
whose was the figure I drew in my heart?
partially erased,leaving me totally blank?
I wander on in these lonely paths,
searching for the pair of lovely glitter in her eyes,
I wander on, at this third hour of the night.

I drive further on to confusion,
as I lose all sensation of the ground,
I keep counting the seconds in silence,
only to tumble and fall,blinded at your feet,
endlessly I fall, further down the dark hour of the night.