Novembre

We, in this blowing of time
We lose our dreams as the trees give their leaves to the ground
With no more poetries to cry
We're still here without a place to hide
Not finding shade to shelter from the fury of the Sun
Couldn't melt the dark ice of the night
Just running on fast in vain and then running again
We, with no sunset in sight
We face together the passing of time
With no more poetries to cry