When those gray clouds come rolling in
Following the day as it just begins
One listens carefully in there dreaded silence
To a black dog full of brooding and violence
When those cold winds come blowing in
Leaving you tired embracing your failings
One Listens carefully to a voice not so friendly
To a black dog who's annihilating
When those Days have finished digging in
And your souls finished wallowing
One looks forward to the next day
When that old black dog... goes away
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I would like to translate this poem
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