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Re: Старый клён
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Old maple tree
Maple tree, maple tree, beating ‘gainst the window glass,
As if all our band’s invited to a saunter,
Why do I feel so good, why do I feel full of gush ?
That’s because it is my lane you’re stepping onto.
Snowfall, snowfall, snowfall stopped long ago,
Making us believe that spring is here to pile in,
Why do I feel so good, why do all my feelings flow ?
That’s because of simple thing – I saw you smiling.
Have a look, have a look at the dome of bluish sky
Shining, not a single cloud in every layer,
Wonder why, wonder why, why does the accordion cry?
‘Cause somebody fosters love towards its player.
Последний раз редактировалось Julie P; 26.06.2010 в 20:05.
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