Singing on the rooftop,
Two lonely crows of grey,
Complaining about every flop,
And how everything went astray.

Their feathers worn out and weak,
Carry all the letters,
Which their hearts seek.

With each raindrop,
Their screams became more violent,
With every hop,
Their desires became silent.

Together they can no longer be,
For one broke its wings,
And the other one flew free.