Sette Meno Uno [English translation]

(the dog, the fox, the owl, the pheasant, the horse, the hawk)

Sir Anthony McIntosh disappeared during a fox hunting in 1821. Nothing was ever heard about him again.

Seven knights,

seven red jackets,

seven black dogs

like thoughts;

and their women

have seven skirts,

seven the stablemen

loved yesterday;

gloomly resounds the horn,

just a bit before daybreak

and before playing the fate

of a fox.

As dark as the sky,

as light as a veil,

an owl is shrieking

on the top;

boredom of laughing,

boredom of drinking,

boredom of castles

and of duels;

they will look backwards,

they will look at the glass

of their life,

emptier and emptier.

They will all look, only one will understand,

they will all look, only one will understand,

he’ll see again the long-lasting dinners under the linden,

the pheasant that doesn’t cover up the yawn.

They will all come back, only one will be missing,

they will all come back, only one will be missing,

it won’t be death, it won’t be a getaway,

he will run in the wind with a witch.

Seven knights,

seven fake jackets,

fake like their

seven thoughts;

fake sounds the horn,

fake the day too

and perhaps the fox

is the only real thing;

they go to the bridge,

they go to the horizon

proud from illusion

like warriors.

They will all come back, only one will be missing,

they will all come back, only one will be missing,

they will find his black horse while it's drinking,

they will find only a glove on the snow.

They will all come back, only one will be missing,

they will all come back, only one will be missing,

not one footstep, not one sign all around,

only a black hawk in an eternal silence.