Текст песни Hibou, Anemone and Bear (Live At the Paradiso 1969) - Soft Machine

In the spring, I think of sex and means to ends
Summertime, I like to sit upon the grass
Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends
Winter time is when I think about the past
But of course I do all those things all the year ′round
I mean, all the good things are there to be found
It's all here, pick a bag and get to work
If you don′t, your life in fact will go berserk
Or indeed be bored to death, which is worse?
If something's not worth saying
Not worth saying
Not worth saying
Say it...