Sitting at the desk you used for studying,
Sitting on the chair that meant pride and wisdom,
Sitting in silence, in grief.
For oneself, for freedom, grief of a hopeless mind.

The trip, so vivid, the colours,
I feel it, I'm trembling, pleasure induced by shameful vices,
So broken in unexplained  happiness,
The desk is covered, it's shameful, disgraceful...