Текст песни Ратмир Александров - Клён

Where the maple makes a noise over a river wave
We talked about love with you
That maple is empty, the haunts in the field,
And love, like a dream, passed by.
And love is like a dream, and love is like a dream,
And love, like a dream, passed by.

My heart is sorry that it happened
Drives autumn into the distance cranes jamb.
To four winds I will distribute sadness, sadness,
This summer will not come back to us.
Will not return again, will not return again
This summer will not come back to us.

There’s no need to go after you now
Now I don’t need to give flowers
You couldn't save my love
The place of our meetings was overgrown with grass.
Overgrown with grass, overgrown with grass,
The place of our meetings was overgrown with grass.