Spring is Here — текст песни (Ella Fitzgerald)

Once there was a thing called spring

When the world was writing verses like yours and mine,

All the lads and girls would sing

When we sat at little tables and drank may wine.



Now april, may and june

Are sadly out of tune

Life has stuck a pin in the boat.



Spring is here

Why doesnt my heart go dancing?

Spring is here

Why isnt the waltz entrancing?



No desire,

No ambition leads me

Maybe its because nobody needs me



Spring is here

Why doesnt the breeze delight me?

Stars appear

Why doesnt the night invite me?



Maybe its because nobody loves me

Spring is here, I hear



<instrumental break>



Maybe its because nobody loves me

Spring is here, I hear