Her glance left me and sought the lighted top of the steps, where Three O'clock in the Morning, a neat, sad little waltz of that year, was drifting out the open door.
Haren begirada nigandik aldendu eta harmailen gainkalde argitua bilatu zuen, hango ate irekitik "Three O'clock in the Morning", urte hartako valts-txo triste arin bat heldu baitzen.