But not for me - Nicola Arigliano, Джордж Гершвин

They’re writing songs of love but not for me

A lucky star’s above but not for me

With love to lead the way

I’ve found more clouds of gray

Than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way

Height-ho, alas and also lack-a-day

Although I can’t dismiss the memory of his kiss

I guess he’s not for me

They’re writing songs of love but not for me

A lucky star’s above but not for me

With love to lead the way

I’ve found more clouds of gray

Than any Russian play could guarantee

I was a fool to fall and get that way

Height-ho, alas and also, lack-a-day

Although I can’t dismiss the memory of his kiss

I guess he’s not, I guess he’s not, I guess he’s not

Not for me