September on the roof

 

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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