My Dear October, you will be full of Dreams
which spark on the nights through mirth of the angels.
With joy and with hope I’m dancing the waltz
of leaving and getting the treasures of times.
My Dear October, you will make up my ons
while nostalgic embrace my memories back
but tying the tales through your foggy dawns
and eyes of surrender are catching your snaps.
My Dear October, you will be full of hope
and joy, while my waltz could become so much sober
Through colors and music I’m catching the rope
while dear to me will remain, my October.