The Birds — текст песни (hammill peter)

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 snow will lie upon the ground,
and buds prematurely bloom 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.
Neither do I.
Neither do I.
Neither do I.