Текст песни Дочь Монро и Кеннеди - Времена года

Fall, smelly, gooey fall.
For some reason, everyone falls into puddles.
But not me. But not me.

And in winter - this loose filth.
For some reason, everyone falls through somewhere.
But not me. But not me.

And the spring seems to be favorable.
Everyone loves someone for some reason.
But not me.

In the summer, but in the summer.
For some reason, everyone forgets about it.
But not me. But not me.