In January dreams are all snow-white
If I'd say so am I, I would lie
And New Year's Day is too cold
And all I want to do is be alone
Days go by and February goes
Who would give me one bullet and a gun?
I think my time comes in March
Sweet death comes in March
In April you may shed one tear for me
In May I'm nothing but a name in your history
And in June flowers will wither on my grave
And that was my meaningless life
I think my time comes in March
Sweet death comes in March
I think my time comes in March
