Spring came far
too early this year May flowers blooming
in February Should I be sad for the months Or
glad for the sky The birds don't know
which way to sing And my friends, neither
do I
Two days ago A girl I truly thought
I loved Suddenly didn't seem to matter
at all Should I sing sad farewell to
things I'm really glad I've left behind? The
birds don't know which way to sing And
my friends, neither do I
In another day Heavy frost will lie
upon the ground And buds prematurely
bloomed shall fail And every creature
living now Then will surely die The
birds don't know which way to sing And
my friends, neither do I
The birds don't know
if it's time yet
to fly And they don't know which way
to go And my friend, neither do I
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