It is that hour before dawn,
Mind full of excesses sought.
An entire night has passed since the sun,
In a night so dark the sun seems to have burnt its final.
So I will shut all curtains,
Blacken all the windows.
And live my life by the light of this light bulb,
Yellow iridescent sun in a ball of glass.
Outside the dawn rises,
And the sun arises from dreams of yellow glass.
But these windows have been long blackened,
And in this room the sun rises in helium glasses.