That the evening getting cold;
In the dark the window growls.
Howls the dog, the night is rustling,
And the train that stamps in hustle.
In desert-town blowing snow;
In windy room sheets on the walls
Come unstuck, tedious echo;
Day by day worse it's pattern.
Spinning world around blue eye;
Blizzard lonely friend of mine.
Dreamt about you just today -
In my sleep we laughing played...
Breaking silence ringing phone:
Beeps in handset - hear me moan.
Out of the night middle hits clock;
Driving myself right in deadlock.
Lantern light falls from the street
Falling my face like in the pit.
In the dark the window growls,
That the evening getting cold...
("Natt i Saint-Cloud" - picture by Edvard Munch)