Текст песни Nina Simone - It Might Aswell Be Spring
Nina Simone - It Might Aswell Be Spring слова песни
The things I used to like, I don`t like any more,I want a lot of other things I`ve never had before,It`s just like my mamma says, I sit around and mournPretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I`m adoredI`m as restless as a willow in a windstorm,I`m as jumpy as a puppet on a string,I`d say that I had spring fever,But I know it isn`t spring.I`m as starry eyed and gravely discontented,Like a nightingale without a song to sing.Oh, why should I have spring fever,When it isn`t even spring?I keep wishing I were somewhere else,Walking down a strange new street,Hearing words I have never never heard,From a man I`ve yet to meet.I`m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,I`m as giddy as a baby on a swing,I haven`t seen a crocus or a rosebud,Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing,But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,That it might as well be spring,It might as well be, might as well be,It might as well be spring.------------------------------------------------------------------------