Сергей Александровский - Melancholy

Without you,
there is no song, no breath.
In my lungs,
the bitterness of a burnt-out autumn.
Echoes of the past
come whispering back.
Shadows, ravens, black sheets spread around.
Memory lashes,
inventive and cruel.
Striking hard
with heavy boots.
The skies pour down curses with the rain.