Текст песни Александр Маршал - Кленовый лист

Wind Maple Leaf
Does not know that this is his death,
Do not grow it back to the branch
And never turn green again.
And he still flies, flies and circles
With the same fallen leaves
To end the journey in a cold puddle
Or stick to a dirty pavement.
Etc.
Maple yellow leaf flies tearing down
Maple yellow leaf is still flying ...
But maybe his fate is different,
He will be noticed by the broom sweeper,
To the garden, blazing fire bonfire,
Give someone a spark of heat.
Or a girl going from school
Gather a bouquet of yellow leaves
And he's in a Pepsi-Cola bottle
Will remain on the shelf for many years.
And I like this yellow maple leaf
Torn off the branch and while flying
Thinking about life stupid
And I don’t want to fall to the ground