She's an April girl, poor me
A difficult girl, she doesn't want
To reveal with a thread all that she has
Neither her heart, nor her body, that's how it is

The girls of January, it is said
Don't like to keep their clothes on
By the fire, they lounge, February, March
Here comes the beautiful month of May
The coats, they never put them on
They hardly keep anything on
When the sun of June comes
Finally, July undresses them
But she, she's a girl

From April, poor me
A difficult girl, she doesn't want
To reveal with a thread all that she has
Neither her heart, nor her body, that's how it is

The sun no longer has any doubts
Lying on the sand of August
In September another dream, the wind rises
October girls love the wind
It's the air that comes under the dresses
In November it gets colder
Hold me tight in your arms

And let's spend Christmas embraced, oh oh

But she's an April girl, poor me
A difficult girl, she doesn't want
To reveal with a thread all that she has
Neither her heart
Nor her body, she's an April girl, poor me
A difficult girl, she doesn't want
To reveal with a thread all that she has
Neither her heart
Nor her body, she's a girl
An April girl
She doesn't want, neither her heart, nor her body, that's how it is
La la la la, ooh

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