The wind of autumn

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

The running leaves 

over the trees

it is the wind 

that´s speaking 

and I can only listen 

yes I am here to listen 

to it 

This is the wind of autumn 

already speaking of 

a not so far wild ocean 

and an enormous loss 

the summer is already dying 

and I am never ready for it 

The yellow fields 

under my feet 

are screaming 

the water need 

and I can only pray 

yes I am here to pray 

for it 

It‘s a colour of autumn 

already painting all 

the landscape in the photo 

and my youth that is lost 

the summer is already dying 

and I am never ready 

for it