Текст песни




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 leaves to flame
One hasn't time
For the waiting game
For the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend with you
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend with you



Авторы: Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson Copyright: Chappell & Co., Inc., Kurt Weill Foundation For Music Inc.


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