Текст песни
Maple bare of foliage, freezing in the snowstorm,
Why are you bent over as the wind is blowing?
Have you witnessed something? Have you heard some tidings?
It's as if beyond the village you've gone striding.
Like a drunken watchman, straying off the roadway,
In a drift you tumbled, now your leg is frozen.
I am unsteady on my feet, I'm thinking,
And I can't get home when I have been out drinking.
Here I met a willow, there a pine I greeted,
To a song of summer both of them I treated.
I'd a feeling I too was a maple like you,
Not a bare and bald one, but bright green and thriving.
I too am unsteady on my feet, I'm thinking,
And I can't get home when I have been out drinking.
Here I met a willow, there a pine I greeted,
To a song of summer both of them I treated.
I'd a feeling I too was a maple like you,
Not a bare and bald one, but bright green and thriving.
By both common sense and modesty deserted,
In a lustful frenzy I embraced a birch-tree.
I'd a feeling I too was a maple like you,
Not a bare and bald one, but bright green and thriving.
By both common sense and modesty deserted,
In a lustful frenzy I embraced a birch-tree.
