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