In September knights are rambling around the streets.
Forgotten heroes in the wrong season
Search for their hunted castles
on a wet sand.
Rain is washing out all those promises
summer has spread, is cleaning each illusion,
With colorless tears of Heaven.
In September mountains are growing higher
And seas pulsate around melodies of the wind,
Around the past, around leaves' changing breath,
Around the Season's final quest.
In these lonely days, which carry the weight of a change,
Like Sisyphus plate,
I was born.