Текст песни But Not for Me - Sam Cooke

They're writing songs of love, but not for me, not for me
A lucky star's above, but not for me
With love to lead the way
I've found more clouds of grey
Than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool, I was a fool to fall and get that way, get that way
Heigh ho, alas, and also lack-a-day
Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss
I know, I know, I know, I know she's not for me

It all began, It all began so well, but what an end, what an end
This is the time a feller, oh, a feller needs a friend
Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss
I know, I know, I'm so well aware she's not for me