My faithful companion,
My insomnia,
In the deep of night
While I sleep a fragile, restless dream,
The sound of engines cuts across the highway
Drills a dark well into my ears,
Forcing itself into my head
Like a worm inside a red, flawless apple.
Noise, the scarecrow of summer nights.
And my insomnia,
My silent shadow,
My friend of unrest
O, summer nights, you are too much for my delicate world!
The roaring old motorcycle,
The car with a broken muffler!
Loud music from a car,
Screeching tires,
Laughter echoing in the distance,
Dogs barking.
Oh, lively and restless warm nights!
Sounds follow one after another,
Like ants on a pool of juice
I keep quiet in the silence,
With a muffled scream.
And yet another summer night stretches painfully,
Strutting foolishly over the darkness
Of a sweltering city.
