Fire behind the wood

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTO

The great mystery of this place and of these fields 

it is something I perceived since my early years 

and every time that I am here during the autumn 

I remember also the power of the emotions 

It is still dark here 

dawn has not arrived 

but there’s fire behind the wood 

yes there’s fire behind the wood 

While I’m staying here 

in this morning mood 

I see fire behind the wood 

Yes a fire behind the wood 

I can feel it in my mind and on my skin 

I immediately know where we’re in the wheel 

even if the sacred stone seems disappeared 

I know where it is among the grass and I see 

It is still dark here 

dawn has not arrived 

but there’s fire behind the wood 

yes there’s fire behind the wood 

While I’m staying here 

in this morning mood 

I see fire behind the wood 

Yes a fire behind the wood

Le luci di Aranmore

 

Ricordo ancora 

le luci di Aranmore 

 - l'acqua gelida dell'Atlantico nei polmoni spugna - 

e tutte le mie sottili morti 

una ad una 

come gocce che scavano 

la friabile roccia 

dell’anima. 

come gli ultimi serpenti 

schiacciati sull’asfalto 

a fine settembre.

Autumn has its formulae

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

I would like to celebrate 

time of harvest and its end 

what I catch and what I’ve left 

are now both part of myself 

Autumn bring some peace 

oh don’t forget to be 

a friend with some bliss 

in spite of pain and grief 

Autumn has its formulae 

and I know them very well 

my prayer is for rent 

for all the gods that I have 

Autumn bring some peace 

oh don’t forget to be 

a friend with some bliss 

in spite of pain and grief 

Alban Elfed 2026

As a silver plate comes the autumn

 

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I dreamt about a life 

completely another life 

a life without the vultures and the mess 

I don’t know if I’ll try 

to change again my life 

I’ve done it many times without result 

As a silver plate oh oh it comes the autumn 

it’s because the faith oh oh is like the ocean 

we are only crumbles in the wind 

every end can make us again free 

And this is the last night 

of the summer and the light 

is going to lose the ancestral fight 

In this change I risk to find 

another time to cry 

If I will not be able to rise 

A s a silver plate oh oh it comes the autumn 

it’s because the faith oh oh is like the ocean 

we are only crumbles in the wind 

every end can make us again free 

Alban Elfed 2026

Dancing to die

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The last days of insects 

they’re dancing to die 

while the apocalypse 

is going to arrive 

or at least they say 

we’ve to be prepared 

yes at least they say 

we’ve to be prepared 

 

And maybe this autumn 

will be different 

I know I’ve already 

lost all of my friends 

and this new loneliness 

is the only way 

to understand what else 

I can lose of myself 

 

But I remember those days 

I should come 

I should come back there 

I was young I was young and full 

of hopes 

of being someone 

 

The new foundation 

will start in the night 

the womb of the goddess 

it is the true mind 

that creates everything 

into the big chaos 

that promises something 

after this pathos 

 

But I remember those days 

I should come 

I should come back there 

I was young I was young and full 

of hopes 

of being someone

They say today is the last day of summer

 

 LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

They say today is the last day of summer 

while I am drenching deep inside my soul 

and from tomorrow cold and no more fire 

while I’m still looking for a new good boat 

I pass my life only trying to survive 

while I should find a way to start to live 

And soon the autumn will knock at the doors 

and I will open them without a hope 

and after all these years I should have known 

what happens when september sings its song 

I pass my time only trying to survive 

while I should spend it only to live 

Among the coloured palaces 

I try to find a sort of new beat 

to change my heart deep in its meat 

and to remember there’s a way to live 

May be it is a lie and the good summer 

will go on without no stopping 

but first or then the new season will find her 

way to arrive and to change everything 

And I have no chance if I want to survive 

to change myself starting again to live 

Among the coloured palaces 

I try to find a sort of new beat 

to change my heart deep in its meat 

and to remember there’s a way to live 

7th september

Muto

 

Settembre comincia 

muto 

i cieli solcati 

da avvoltoi in attesa, 

il selciato cosparso 

di strascichi aguzzi 

di un’estate 

sprecata.