I feel asleep in April
But I was not with you
The wind behind the curtain
Skimmed through an open book

I went to school in April
But I stopped in the bar
I sat behind the window
And stuck my eyes so far

I met my friends in April
But they had things to do
I left behind my hurry
And let them go and groove
I fell in love in April
And gave you a date in May
So we met un Sunday
But I hate that day