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

 

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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

 

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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.

Dimenticanza

 

L’estate 

dovrebbe essere 

soltanto 

dimenticanza 

del ruolo 

delle vesti 

del tempo, 

come una foglia 

che prematuramente 

si stacca dall’albero 

e viaggia libera 

nel vento del sud 

senza sapere 

di essere 

morta.

The moment to surrender

 

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Many years have passed by 

and I still remember 

that the end of august 

is a dying ember 

and the moment to surrender 

and the moment to surrender 

And I am still thankful 

for that “For the roses” *

she sang the end of summer 

as nobody else did 

it is the moment to surrender 

yes it’s the moment to surrender 

Always from the west comes 

the end of the summer 

always from the west comes 

the end of the summer 

The wind from the west changes 

the whole landscape 

the wind from the west changes 

almost everything 

"No more shiny hot nights" *

from this moment on 

I could have spent my time 

learning much much more 

since it’s the moment to surrender 

I know it’s the moment to surrender 

Always from the west comes 

the end of the summer 

always from the west comes 

the end of the summer 

The wind from the west changes 

the whole landscape 

the wind from the west changes 

almost everything

* Cit, “For the roses” by Joni Mitchell, 1972

Leggero

 

Mi stendo sull’acqua 

le braccia nel Tirreno 

i piedi nel Mar Ligure 

il sole sui palmi 

il sale nelle vene 

per un istante 

sogno 

di essere 

di nuovo 

leggero. 

 Forte dei marmi, 24 agosto 2026