April Comes She Will — текст песни (Paul Simon)

April, comes she will,
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.

June, she`ll change her tune.
In restless walks she`ll prowl the night.
July, she will fly,
And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must.
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold.
September, I`ll remember.
A love once new has now grown old.