Old maple tree, old maple tree,
Bangs to window of me,
Like inviting me to stroll for a pleasure.
Why I feel, why I feel, why I feel myself so pure?
That's because you're walking down, down my crescent.
Snowfall, snowfall,
Ended up long time ago,
Feels like spring returned back for a visit.
Why I feel, why I feel, why I feel myself so good?
That's because you smiled to me, so pleasing.
Look at sky, look at sky,
Look at those clear skies,
With no clouds, in so shiny, pure condition!
Why it sings, why it sings, why sings the accordion?
That's because somebody's loving the musician.