At the moment

At the moment I cannot
afford the truth.
When the weather is bad,
every thought becomes a bastard.
The crows observe everything.
They know how it is with me
my cawing friends.
The sounds leave the alphabet
and want to visit me.
Are there really no secrets
to which the poet opens the door?
[chorus]
The crows observe everything.
They know how it is with me
my cawing friends.