Into the soul of the nature
Right from the womb of the earth
Marches the vanishing autumn
Stealing the heat from the hearts
Haze spreads its wings on the plans
Cold are the days and the nights
Brown leaves that fall on the ground
Like hopeless soldiers in fight
This is no time for the flowers
This is no time for the sun
This is the time when nature sleeps
And for the winter to come
Slowly the autumns pass by
And we won't notice at all
When Mother Nature will rise
When the last leaf will make its fall
We can wonder forever
But we won't know the truth
And every year, for evermore
October will wound our soul
October will wound our soul
We can't see the traces
Of pain on our faces
But October has left us a hole