Once there was a thing called spring When the world was writing verses Like yours and mine All the lads and girls would sing When we sat at little tables And drank May wine Now April, May and June Are sadly out of tune Life has stuck the pin in the balloon Spring is here Why doesn't my heart go dancing Spring is here Why isn't the waltz entrancing No desire No ambition leads me Maybe it's because Nobody needs me Spring is here Why doesn't the breezе delight me Stars appear Why doеsn't the night invite me Maybe it's because Nobody loves me Spring is here, I hear Spring is here, I hear