Héja-nász az avaron [English translation]

Up. Up. And onward into Autumn fly

In shrill pursuit and raucous hunting cry

A pair of hawks with summer-weary wings.

Summer has bred new pirates in her care

And fresher pinions flutter down her air

To join the lists of Love which now are wide.

We fled from Summer, now ourselves pursued,

Till somewhere sometime in an autumn wood

We stooped with fluttered wings for very love.

This is our final mating. Now the keen

Talon on feather tears the quick between

And so we fall together with the leaves.

• Artist:Thy Catafalque
• Album:Tűnő idő tárlat