In the inn of failure
Where there is no consolation or elevator
The helplessness and humidity
They share a mattress
And when the street passes by
Life as a hurricane
The man in the gray suit
Takes out a dirty calendar from his pocket and shouts
Who stole the month of April from me
How could it happen to me
Who stole the month of April from me
I kept it in the drawer
Where I keep my heart
The girl with bup almost all
The subjects she failed
The course she got pregnant
That boy left her
And when it happens on the blackboard
List of the Latin teacher
Tears of heartbreak
They roll through the pages of a pad
And on it he writes
Who in me has stolen the month of April
How could it happen to me
But, who has stolen the month of April from me
I kept it in the drawer
Where I keep my heart
Who stole the month of April from me
I kept it in the drawer
Where I keep my heart
The husband of my mother
On the last train she left
With a hairdresser
Twenty years younger
And when they show those laughs
From instamatic in Paris
Defeated on the couch
She withers watching falconcrest
My old lady, and she thinks
Who has stolen the month of April from me
How could it happen to me
Who stole the month of April from me
I kept it in the drawer
Where I keep my heart

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