In January trees are all snow-white If I'd say so am I - I would lie A new year's day is too cold And all I wanna do is be alone Days go by and February comes Who would give me one bullet and a gun
I think my time comes in march Sweet death -- comes in march
In April you may shed one tear for me In May I'm nothing but a name in your history In June flowers will wither on my grave And that was my meaningless life -- hey hey
I think my time comes in march Sweet death -- comes in march