LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA
First of september
what a day for me
it makes me remember
how life can be weak
after the sun, there’s the cold wind
summer has gone though it doesn’t seem
First of september
how many words
I wrote and I’ll ever
write about my thoughts
that in this day seem to change fastly
while the wine grapes switch suddenly
On the roof I get my sunbath
maybe the last one
I have to choose the next mask
I will wear to hide my heart
It’s the sadness of september
I can stay no more surrender
And the insects keep the time
of the moment they will die
so they whisper in my mind
the fall we cannot fight
It’s the sadness of september
I can stay no more surrender
First of september
I have noticed now
of the sun the last ember’s
behind St Martin Mount
so that sunset is, in this special time
just behind its peak, and we lose some light
On the roof I get my sunbath
maybe the last one
I have to choose the next mask
I will wear to hide my heart
It’s the sadness of september
I can stay no more surrender
And the insects keep the time
of the moment they will die
so they whisper in my mind
the fall we cannot fight
It’s the sadness of september
I can stay no more surrender