Александр Трушин Стихотворение "September and October"

September and October,

I’m dead for sixty  days,

I’m drown in pain and sorrow

And can’t find out my space.

I’m pressed by life, I lie in bed,

I wanna face my death.

It’s prettier than swim through bad

Through rainy sixty days.

Unhappy days, unsunny world,

All streets are dumpy grey.

I want to say the only word

"Hello" to my grave.