Octubre

The wind will make the branches creak
the mist will dress in its white blanket
So many leaves will fall
covering the path

October will have its revenge
The sun will rise veiled
and we will seek the desired warmth
Your scarves as a necklace
you will find late

October sleeping in the fountain
We will see again
on the tables of yesterday
some abandoned glass
and a saddened low sky
I will give you a flower
and colorful tablecloths
to be forgotten by October
On the summit, there on the hill
we will see everything
that October illuminates
My hands will be yours
both wrapped up
facing the world that bends
We will see again
on the tables of yesterday
some abandoned glass
and a saddened low sky
I will give you a flower
and colorful tablecloths
to be forgotten by October

Undoubtedly, in the windows
puppets of steam will be drawn
and us playing
like children jumping
October will remain, who knows
and us playing
like children jumping
October will remain, who knows.