Текст песни Bryan Ferry - September Song
Bryan Ferry - September Song слова песни
(kurt weill/maxwell anderson)For its a long, long timeFrom may to decemberAnd the days grow shortWhen you reach septemberAnd the autumn weatherTurns the leaves to flameAnd I havent got timeFor the waiting gameAnd the days dwindle downTo a precious fewSeptember novemberAnd these few precious daysId spend with youThese golden daysId spend with youWhen you meet with the young man early in springThey court you in song and rhymeThey woo you with words and a clover ringBut if you examine the goods they bringThey have little to offer but the songs they singAnd a plentiful waste of time of dayA plentiful waste of time