The Birds

Spring came far too early this year:

May flowers blooming in February

Should I be sad for the month

Or glad for the sky?

The birds don't know which way to sing

And, my friend

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 friend

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 friend

Neither do I

The birds don't know if it's time yet to fly;

And they don't know which way to go

Well, my friend

Neither do I

Neither do I

Neither do I