Quarto Astral - Boa Noite

I spend the night in clear
Listening some conversations
Of the strangers on the corners
I turn it all around

Looking for a good way to sleep

I stand up to drink water
Always a strange feeling
Makes me run

Do not leave to go to the bathroom
Do not leave to go anywhere

Running the house at night you wonder the evils
I turn on the tv up for not hearing the whispers
Under the bed can have someone
Then i cover myself, protected, now, from everything

The doors make noises, the pots are fighting hanging
The dripping faucet in the sink, the window does not stop whistling
An insomnia that will only end when one day i can relax
Morning and i try to sleep, now warmed by the red sun appearing from the sea.