Letra 'Autumn almanac' de 'The Kinks' traducida al español

From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,
when the dawn begins to crack.
itand's all part of my autumn almanac.
breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow,
so i sweep them in my sack.
yes, yes, yes, itand's my autumn almanac.
Friday evenings, people get together,
hiding from the weather.
tea and toasted, buttered currant buns
canand't compensate for lack of sun,
because the summerand's all gone.
La-la-la-la...
oh, my poor rheumatic back
yes, yes, yes, itand's my autumn almanac.
la-la-la-la...
oh, my autumn almanac
yes, yes, yes, itand's my autumn almanac.
I like my football on a saturday,
roast beef on sundays, all right.
i go to blackpool for my holidays,
sit in the open sunlight.
This is my street, and iand'm never gonna to leave it,
and iand'm always gonna to stay here
if i live to be ninety-nine,
and'cause all the people i meet
seem to come from my street
and i canand't get away,
because itand's calling me, (come on home)
hear it calling me, (come on home)
La-la-la-la...
oh, my autumn armagnac
yes, yes, yes, itand's my autumn almanac.
la-la-la-la...
oh, my autumn almanac
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
(etc