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Garden of Autumn

As Autumn renews upon our home
along with the gray gliding cloud,
as the squill blossoms in our garden -
the heart locks the window of its thoughts.
 
The soul seeks home
but fear has taken over its rooms.
At eve, along with the flames of heaven,
into the Garden of Autumn we go.
 
Another year has been added to our counted years
as the four seasons take flight,
and the candle of my soul is burning still,
perhaps tomorrow the sky will turn bright again.
 
All that had withered shall rebloom
and all that had failed shall never stumble again,
and those who now lie unmoving,
perhaps their rest shall be stilled forevermore.
 
We, who live upon the threshold of eve,
silently stand by the window.
This Autumn our path shall once again flow
toward yonder days.
 
Another year has been added to our counted years...
 

But The Melody

Here's a melody
Simple and tiny,
And it walks around in my head.
It's always with me,
Since childhood,
My heart is its home and its heart is my home.
 
Perhaps it's sad,
Perhaps it's naughty,
Suited for a gray or blue day.
Goes down, goes up,
Always on its own,
And it has no finish nor a beginning.
 
It's always near,
It's always good,
And it has no words.
It's got tongues of bells,
It's got flutes
But it has no words, words, words.
 
Look for a melody
Simple and tiny
That would escort you along the way.
Treat it well,
It won't let you down,
It will never abandon a loved one.
 
It's always near,
It's always good,
And it has no words.
It's got tongues of bells,
It's got flutes
But it has no words, words, words.
 
It's always near,
It's always good,
And it has no words.
It's got tongues of bells,
It's got flutes
But it has no words, words, words.
 

Her

Sometimes I almost feel like
There’s someone else in my heart
My mind wants to run away from you
The other one says no
 
Her, who still feels crazy over you
Her, to free once again your why’s
Oh her, who lives on excuses and doesn’t know
She has lost you now
 
Her, who thinks of you as someone you’re not
Her, who always sees you grown-up
Her, who rises stronger than ever
From all your blows
 
I’m yielding to you but I can tell you that
I don’t approve my surrender
It's that other fool part of me
Who trusts you
 
How many things I see I’m no longer okay with
I feel worthless
But in the end, do not worry, you win
She’s on your side
 
Her, who still feels crazy over you
Her, to free once again your why’s
Oh her, who lives on excuses and doesn’t know
She has lost you now
 
Her, who rises stronger than ever
From all your blows
 

Song of weekday

If I have strings, they are being played while quivering
If I have a concern, it is almost exposed
If I have love, it would be said quietly
If I have roots, they become longer slowly
 
Do you see how suddenly I have a shiver?
The wind frequently changing its direction
We tried to leave, but I know
We are staying, year after year
 
In your rooms the sun is sketching
lines and strap of light on the walls
Every morning I'm collecting for you
Small objects, small joys of weekday
 
Are you responding, Are you answering me?
Maybe in your ear my tumults are being shouted too?
Maybe you are listening, maybe you're similar to me,
because suddenly I can see my face reflected when I look at yours
 
Are you responding, Are you answering me?
 
Are you responding, Are you answering me?
Maybe in your ear my tumults are being shouted too?
Maybe you are listening, maybe you're similar to me,
because suddenly I can see my face reflected when I look at yours
 
If I have strings, they are being played while quivering
If I have a concern, it is almost exposed
If I have love, it would be said quietly
If I have roots, they become longer slowly
 
This weekday is a day that has a kindness
And with its kindness those line are being written for you
Take may hand now, make me placated,
In a weekday like this our roads meets.