Falling leaves
Are falling on my arms
Dying trees

Are dying in my eyes

Yellow Death

Is keeping deep and cold breath
Murdering
All that's shining and living


She's crying by
Dry silver depressed sky

Whispering
By magic voice of wind


I'm embraced
By wings of Melancholy
This Depression

Is killing me...

The wings of Melancholy are embracing my soul

And I close my eyes in this yellow-grey euphoria
I'm spreading my arms and turning up my face to the sky
And I'm asking you: are you my fate or maybe Winter will take me?