Текст песни Русский романс - Клён ты мой опавший

Maple Oh my dear, maple icy,
What standing, bending over a blizzard of white,
Or that he saw or heard,
As if you walk out of the village came.
And like a drunken guard, coming on the road,
He drowned in the snow, a foot of freezing.

Oh, and I myself am now quite often lose something became unstable,
Before reaching the house with a friendly drinking,
They met there willow, pine noticed there,
They sang songs under a blizzard of summer.

Myself, I looked in the same maple,
Just do not rot, and not green.
And the loss of modesty, Muzzy in the board,
As someone else's wife hugged birch,
As someone else's wife hugged birch.