Текст песни Люсьена Овчинникова - Старый клён

Old maple, old maple,
Old maple knocking on glass
Inviting us with friends for a walk.
From what, from what,
What makes me so light?
From the fact that you walk along the lane.

Snowfall, snowfall,
Snowfall is long gone
As if to visit us spring has returned again.

From what, from what,
Why so good?
From the fact that you just smiled at me.

Look, look
Look at the sky
How it shines cloudless and pure.
From what, from what,
Why does the accordion sing?
From the fact that someone loves a harmonist ...