Late night sitting on a hard terrace all by my myself
Sipping on a glass of wine, gleaming a color of dark red
Feel like I used to this loneliness after after all
It gradually blurs the night of reminiscence and condemnation

It's like a cigar burning down slowly on my hand just now
It's like thick and murky smoke gradually fainting to the air
A soul inside me, inside my body rises silently
Somebody please tell me which way I got to go now
Pleas