The noises at the end of this year

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

I would like to grow in time 

to become stronger and kind 

by accepting all the crimes 

against myself 

But it is not easy while 

my change is so unkind 

and the darkness I’ve to fight 

is endless 

I hear all the noises at the end of this year 

I am trying to find an antidote against the fear 

what am I waiting for 

what am I looking for 

if not a peaceful shore 

I collect the forces inside my little tear 

‘cause the pain is always the constant hiss in my ears 

what can I change oh 

since I am so wrong 

but I can start no more 

Few friends I hear from sometimes 

and they all are trying to find 

some senso into their life 

While I can’t? 

I hear all the noises at the end of this year 

I am trying to find an antidote against the fear 

what am I waiting for 

what am I looking for 

if not a peaceful shore 

I collect the forces inside my little tear 

‘cause the pain is always the constant hiss in my ears 

what can I change oh 

since I am so wrong 

but I can start no more

When the autumn is becoming slowly winter

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

I feel always at the limit of weakness 

when the autumn is becoming slowly winter 

and there is nothing I can do 

to stop this constant lose 

I feel on my shoulder some frozen fingers 

and over my neck some wind of silver 

what can I do to keep me warm 

when I am so tired and so old? 

To begin a new season 

there is something you have to lose 

I must leave all the mirrors 

 and to break them for sure 

and to find a new truth to try 

yes you have to find a new truth in your mind 

We are so little when evening arrives 

if we are alone it begins a new fight 

between our two souls inside 

one needs to live and one to die 

To begin a news season 

there is something you have to lose 

I must leave all the mirrors 

and to break them for sure 

and to find a new truth to try 

yes you have to find a new truth in your mind

Likhtov *

 

Chi scrive vive due volte 

quando vive e quando scrive 

oppure non vive affatto 

perché scrive e non vive. 

 

* “scrivere” in ebraico

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

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

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