Far away or near - Gibberish of Dreams (basse profonde) v.1.1

Far away or, near Previous years, Girls' notes, Gibberish of dreams. For some reason, I can't sleep at all, Alone in the night - Tippy people in the capital! In vain, Londoners. Thoughts are hasty Rushing about in disarray: Someone's eyes... Willow... Tippy people. Everything is mixed up, My head is foggy... Maybe I drank a little? No, I'm not drunk at all. Darkness, utter darkness, I can't see a thing. If you want, I'll kiss you - Just help me. Help me, my faithful Choose a path in the night, I'll probably get there, Somehow. Thoughts are hasty, Squeezed - don't scream! Someone's eyes... Willow... Horror in the dead of night.