Текст песни Каперусита роха - март

It makes no sense to talk about the weather -
The air in March is full of deceit
The expectations are full of predictions.
And dressed in summer fashion
Mannequins in shop windows weird
Contrast with late frost.

It makes no sense to run away from a cold -
The air in March is full of disease
The city in March is full of patients.
Silent, almost deserted,
Indifferent and useless
The city is struggling with pneumonia.

It makes no sense to discuss prospects -
March air is full of illusions
The commas are full of talk.
Coffee is pouring, leisurely
Thoughts pour into open gateways
Turning now into intimacy, then into quarrels.

It makes no sense to understand and listen -
The air in March is full of doubts
Gestures, looks are full of concern.
March slammed shut.
Abrupt movements
Seems like a stupid heroism

There is no point in seeking explanations.
March is a synonym for lack of meaning -
Hypocritical and selfish.
But unlike doubt,
Anxiety, colds and thoughts
March is at least not unlimited.