Night of the dog

Something is wrong
Wrestling into the beating wind
Past torn sheets of plastic
Past torn flags off of the merchant's masonry
A howling city, a howling sky
Something is wrong

Het is de nacht van de hond
Een schele duikvlucht, aan de rand van het beton
Broekspijpen opgerold, zilver in de mond
En zwijgzaam verdergaan

Something is wrong and rotten down here
Blows upon blows of empty air
The symptomatic closure of pain draws near
Dwindling, a sympathetic flair
And yet - something is wrong

Repeat to me twice what the old woman said
She spoke of the cross and the Christ
Repeat it to me, so I can hear
The burning of my gentle breast
The beating of my fickle heart
And the ending of a dubious start