Translation:

I wrote you a letter, but you failed to respond. Given that I really needed to talk to you, I went looking for you but I didn’t find you where I thought you’d be. I was dying to tell you about my new home. Since the day you left, I’ve had trouble leaving these four walls. Days come and go but neither the sun nor the stars ever shine for me.

If you ever want to come visit you won’t have any trouble finding me. Simply look for the only building in town that has a neon sign on one of its windows. Peek inside and you’ll see me in the company of four. One sits on my lap, one next to me, and two on the table. I’m speaking of a whore, a jukebox, a glass, and an empty bottle…