M.Matusovsky, The Old Marple - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

by Mikhail Matusovsky

Old maple, old maple, old maple is knocking now
In the window, inviting us for walking.
Why this day, why this day, why this day is so bright?
That's because of you along the street are going.

Snowfall, snowfall, snowfall had finished yet,
As the spring again has come to town.
Why this day, why this day, why this day is quiet well?
That's because of you presented me a smile.

Look at sky, look at sky, look at sky and you will see,
How it is shining clear without clouds.
Why it plays, why it plays, why it plays the accordion?
That's because of that the player's loved by someone.

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The popular russian (Soviet) song

music Alexandra Pakhmutova

http: //www.audiopoisk.com/track/aleksandr-buragin/mp3/starii-klen-slm-matusovskii-muz-a-pahmutova/

http: //a-pesni.org/drugije/otchegogarmon.htm