March

Look, it’s snowed for hours, The time is not yet right, For all the little flowers, For all the little flowers, To fill our hearts with light. The sunlight is deceiving, Mild but false it shone, Even the swallow’s cheating, Even the swallow’s cheating, Why? He comes alone! Alone, could I be happy Even though spring is near? But if you were with me, But if you were with me, Suddenly summer’s there.