HARMONY IN AUTUMN

There's harmony in autumn,
In my heart there's a winter gale.
Waves of a painful ocean
Sweep across the dyke of my pride,
Salty drops roll down my face,
My brilliant leaves are swept away.

Out of pregnant winter skies
Fall soft flakes of oblivion,
Transforming my woods and towns
Into a deserted white plain.
I'm the Fisher King deadly wounded
With no beleif in Holy Grail.

Oisin (Sághi Csaba)