Colleague, you are here
I don't see you in the darkness
and this agent of change
is late
what time is it
I'm cold.

And I'm cold
light a match
what time is it
how will we believe in the world again
what time is it.

The gate is locked
the road is deserted
like discarded bones
the prisons in the darkness

and this agent of change
my dear
is late
because the wind is blowing.

What time is it in the night
what time is it in the rain
what time is it tonight all over the earth!
What time is it. [...]