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Calling my name, when I was half awake
The birds and the leaves
have joined October grey
But colder days are coming
the simple truth is plain
I'll have to walk a few more miles
before you say my name again, my name again, my name again !!

Beggars and kings
are tied to what they've got
Unreachable things
have now become my lot
As if my only treasure
was dust and blew away
I'll have to walk a few more miles
before you say my name again, my name again, my name again !!

I'll stand in the rain, until you let me know
Show me the way
I've got no way back home
And every time my heart beats
it's one less that remains
I'll have to walk a few more miles
before you say my name again, my name again, my name again !!

My life isn't mine
But something I can take
The future contrives
to draw me in its wake
I'm not afraid of leaving
if I know why and when
I'll have to go a little while
before you say my name again, my name again, my name again !!

I'll stand in the rain, until you let me...

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L'aube est moins claire, l'air moins chaud, le ciel moins pur;
Les longs jours sont passes, les mois charmants finissent.
Helas! voici dejа les arbres qui jaunissent!...
L'automne est triste avec sa bise et son brouillard,
Et l'ete qui s'enfuit est un ami qui part.

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Я больше с Пушкиным согласна, с АСом нашим:

Ах, лето красное, любил бы я тебя,
когда б не зной да пыль, да комары, да мухи...

Осенняя пора, очей очарованье...
:-))))