Impressioni Di Settembre
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September Impressions
How many drops of dew around me
I look for the sun but it's not there
The countryside still sleeps, maybe not
It's awake, it looks at me, I don't know
Already the smell of the earth, scent of wheat
Rises slowly towards me
And life in my chest beats softly
Breathes the fog, I think of you
So much green all around and even further
It almost seems like a sea of grass
And light my thought flies and goes
I'm almost afraid it will get lost
A horse stretches its neck towards the meadow
Stays still like me
I take a step, it sees me, it's already
Gone
I breathe the fog, I think of you
No, what I am now I don't know
I'm like a man searching for himself
No, what I am now I don't know
I'm alone, just the sound of my step
But meanwhile the sun filters through the fog
The day will be as always
