That's how many days, that's how many nights,
That's how long you've been gone again,
You told me this time, it's the last journey,
For our hearts torn hearts, it's the last shipwreck,
In spring, you'll see, I'll be back,
Spring, it's nice to talk about love,
We will go together to see the gardens in bloom again,
And wander the streets of Paris,
Say, when will you come back,
Say, at least you know,
That all the time that passes,
Can hardly be made up for,
That all the time lost,
Can no longer be made up for,
Spring has long since fled already,
The dead leaves are cracking, the wood fires are burning,
To see Paris so beautiful in this late autumn,
Suddenly I become languid, I dream, I shiver,
I pitch, I capsize, and like the refrain,
I go, I come, I turn, I turn, I drag myself,
Your image haunts me, I speak to you in a low voice,
And I feel lovesick, and I feel bad for you,
Say, when will you come back,
Say, at least I know it -you,
That all the time that passes,
Can hardly be made up for,
That all the time lost,
Can no longer be made up for,
I I may still love you, I may still love you,
I may only love you, I may love you with love,
If you don't understand that you need to come back,
I will make the two of us my most beautiful memories,
I will hit the road again, the world amazes me,
I will go and warm up in another sun,
I am not one of those who die of sorrow,
I do not have the virtue of sailors' wives,
Say, when will you return,
Say, at least you know,
That all the time that passes,
Can hardly be made up for,
That all the time lost,
Can no longer be made up for. ..

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