The things I used to like, I don't like any more, 我以前喜欢的东西，我不喜欢任何更多的，

I want a lot of other things I've never had before, 我想了很多其他的事情，我从未有过的，

It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn 它就像我的妈妈说，我坐在那里哀悼

Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored 假装我是如此美妙，知道我很崇拜

   

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm, 我是不安分的在暴风柳树，

I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string, 我是神经质作为一个字符串的傀儡，

I'd say that I had spring fever, 我想说的是我有春风沉醉的晚上，

But I know it isn't spring. 但我知道这是不是春天。

   

I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented, 我的星空眼睛，严重不满，

Like a nightingale without a song to sing. 就像没有一首歌曲唱的夜莺。

Oh, why should I have spring fever, 哦，为什么我有春风沉醉的晚上，

When it isn't even spring? 当它甚至没有春天？

   

I keep wishing I were somewhere else, 我一直希望我是在其他地方，

Walking down a strange new street, 走在陌生的街道上，

Hearing words I have never never heard, 听到我从来没有从来没有听说过的话，

From a man I've yet to meet. 从一个人我还没有满足。

   

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams, 我特别忙的蜘蛛纺白日梦，

I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing, 我的头都晕的秋千上的小孩，

I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, 我还没有见过一个番红花或玫瑰花蕾，

Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing, 或一只知更鸟或在边路蓝鸟，

But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, 但我觉得在一个忧郁的方式，使同性恋，

That it might as well be spring, 它很可能会成为弹簧，

It might as well be, might as well be, 它也可能是，很可能会成为，

It might as well be spring. 它也可能是春天。