Destination: Ingenstans [English translation]

In a train car

Empty, apart from me

Quite, apart from the rustling

I sit and look at myself

In the carbon black1 window

The clock has passed the midnight

And the defeat is a fact

While the street lights pass by outside

I curse them, one by one

The train keeps trundling on

Back to the domain of losses

Back to humiliating, disappointing silence

Back home, destination nowhere

What am I doing wrong?

1. pitch black