Тексты песни «September Song»

September, field like any other where one short story came to it's end What darkness runs through the mind of those so young to paint so black a portrait And little legs can only carry you so far, choking down tears...

When you meet with the young men Early in spring They court you in song and rhyme They woo you with songs and a clover ring But if you examine the goods they bring They have little to offer but the songs they sing...

(Kurt Weill/Maxwell Anderson) Recorded by Lotte Lenya August 9, 1957 (Her Signature) Oh ita??s a long, long while From May a??till December And the days grow short When you reach September. When the Autumn...

A matter of growing old, when we're young it's May Wonderful, beautiful, glorious May Then middle age is like the turning of the year It's September, and finally December comes It's a long, long while from May to...

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to...

When I was a young man courtin' the girls I played me a waiting game If a maid refused me with tossing curls I let the old earth take a couple of whirls While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearl And as time...

Oh it's a long long time from may to december And the days grow short when you reach september When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And you ain't got time for waiting game When days dwindle down to a...

[Lengthy Intro:] When I was a young man courting the girls I played me a waiting game If a maid refused me with tossing curls I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls...

Writer(s): Anderson/Weill Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game...

---------------- Oh it's a long long time from May to December And the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And you ain't got time for waiting game When days...

When I was a young man, caught in the girls, I played me a waiting game. If a maid refused me with tossin curls, I let the old earth take a couple of whirls. While I apply her with tears in lieu of pearls. And as time...

Our love was strong as a lion Soft as the cotton you lie in Times we got hot like an iron You and I Our hearts had never been broken We were so innocent darling We used to talk til the morning You and I We had the...

Well, it's a long, long time From May to December But the days grow short, When you reach September. And the autumn weather Turns the leaves to flame And I haven't got time For the waiting game. And the days dwindle...

When I was a young man courting the girls I played me the waiting game If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh, I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls While I plied her with tears in prays of pearls And as...

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to...

When I was a young man courting the girls I played me a waiting game. If a maid refused me with tossing curls I'd let the old earth take a couple of twirls And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls And as time came...

When I was a young man courting the girls I played me a waiting game. If a maid refused me with tossing curls I'd let the old earth take a couple of twirls And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls And as time came...

(Mihoko Hashizume/Akira Kamonomiya) Translators: Andrei Cunha, Curtis Cifuentes hito no nami wo surinuke futari damatte aruku kugatsu no machi hiru sagari wa mada mabushisugite motto yukkuri aruite kata wo daite...

When I was a young man courtin' the girls I played me a waiting game If a maid refused me with tossin' curls I let this old world take a couple of whirls. While I plied her with tears instead of pearls And as time came...

Oh, it's a long, long while From May to December, But the days grow short When you reach September. When the autumn weather Turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time For the waiting game. Oh the days dwindle down To...