Текст песни Николай Караченцов - КЛЕНОВЫЙ ЛИСТ

MAPLE LEAF
(Dunaevsky - Derbenyov)

In the path of the road, the birds are time - birds dream of south.
The yellow leaf of Maple yesterday sat down in my palm.
Someone let me say in response: "There is nothing here!"
Yellow leaf as a bird yesterday sat in my palm.

Maple leaf, maple leaf,
You dream of me among the winter
In that moment you dream when Purga
Shakes outside the snow window.
In that moment, when everything was preserved,
And on the shower white-white,
You dream of me,
Red leaf maple.
Dream, dream,
Red leaf maple.

The age of my tired touch, quiet sleep giving.
I drank a bird back in Stuzhu January.
Someone let me say in response: "There is nothing here!"
Reckless bird come back in Stuzhu January.

Maple leaf, maple leaf,
You dream of me among the winter.
In that moment you dream when Purga
Shakes outside the snow window.
In that moment, when everything was preserved,
And on the shower white-white,
You dream of me,
Red leaf maple.
Dream, dream,
Red leaf maple.

Dreams of the birds of the sea and south in the haze Golden.
Yellow leaf, trusting me suddenly, sat down in my palm.
Someone let me say in response: "There is nothing here!"
Jumping from the branch, the yellow leaf suddenly sat down in my palm.