It Might As Well Be Spring
Joao Gilberto & Astrud Gilberto Lyrics

The things I used to like, I don't like any more,
I have lost interest in the things that I used to enjoy.

I want a lot of other things I've never had before,
There are many things that I desire and have never experienced.

It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
I am feeling down and upset, just like my mother told me I would.

Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored
Despite feeling low, I am still trying to convince myself and others that I am great and loved.

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I am feeling unsettled and anxious, like a willow tree in a stormy wind.

I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string,
I am feeling nervous and on edge, like a puppet being controlled by its strings.

I'd say that I had spring fever,
I would compare my current feelings to the excitement and energy associated with the arrival of spring.

But I know it isn't spring.
However, I am aware that it is not actually springtime.

I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented,
I feel both dreamy and disillusioned at the same time.

Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
I feel like I have lost my purpose or passion, like a nightingale who cannot sing.

Oh, why should I have spring fever,
Why am I feeling so energetic and inspired when it is not springtime?

When it isn't even spring?
It doesn't make sense to feel this way when the season hasn't changed yet.

I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
I am daydreaming and longing to be in a different place.

Walking down a strange new street,
I am imagining myself exploring an unfamiliar, unknown location.

Hearing words I have never never heard,
In my fantasies, I am encountering new and unique language and ideas.

From a man I've yet to meet.
These new concepts and phrases are coming from someone who I have not yet encountered.

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I am preoccupied with my own thoughts and fantasies, much like a spider creating its web.

I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I feel lighthearted and giddy, similar to a small child on a swing.

I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud,
I have not yet seen any signs of spring flowers, such as a crocus or rosebud.

Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing,
I have not yet seen any signs of spring birds such as a robin or bluebird in flight.

But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,
Despite my mixed emotions, I still feel elated in a somewhat sad or bittersweet manner.

That it might as well be spring,
My current feelings of joy and excitement are so strong that I might as well be experiencing the season of spring.

It might as well be, might as well be,
I am emphasizing that my emotions are so intense that they could be mistaken for a springtime experience.

It might as well be spring.
Overall, my conflicting emotions have left me feeling very energized and inspired, similar to the feelings of springtime.