Alla Pugacheva - million alyh roz
Zhil-byl hudozhnik odin,
Domik imel i holsty.
No on aktrisu lyubil,
Tu, chto lyubila tsvety.
On togda prodal svoj dom,
Prodal kartiny i krov
I na vse den'gi kupil
Tseloe more tsvetov.
Million, million,
Million alyh roz
Iz okna, iz okna,
Iz okna vidish' ty.
Kto vlyublen, kto vlyublen,
Kto vlyublen, i vser'ez,
Svoyu zhizn' dlya tebya
Prevratit v tsvety.
Utrom ty vstanesh' u okna,
Mozhet, soshla ty s uma, -
Kak prodolzhenie sna,
Ploschad' tsvetami polna.
Poholodeet dusha:
Chto za bogach zdes' chudit?
A pod oknom, chut' dysha,
Bednyj hudozhnik stoit.
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Million alyh roz
Iz okna, iz okna,
Iz okna vidish' ty.
Kto vlyublen, kto vlyublen,
Kto vlyublen i vser'ez,
Svoyu zhizn' dlya tebya
Prevratit v tsvety.
Vstrecha byla korotka,
V noch' ee poezd uvez,
No v ee zhizni byla
Pesnya bezumiya roz.
Prozhil hudozhnik odin,
Mnogo on bed perenes,
No v ego zhizni byla
Tselaya ploschad' tsvetov.
Million, million,
Million alyh roz
Iz okna, iz okna,
Iz okna vidish' ty.
Kto vlyublen, kto vlyublen,
Kto vlyublen i vser'ez,
Svoyu zhizn' dlya tebya
Prevratit v tsvety
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Alla Pugacheva - A million of scarlet roses (English translation)
Once upon the time there was a painter
He had a little house and canvas
But he loved an actress
who loved flowers
He then sold his home
Sold his paintings and his shelter
And with all the money he bought
a whole sea of flowers
A million of scarlet roses
From the window you can see
The one, who is seriously in love,
transforms his life into flowers for you
A million of scarlet roses
From the window you can see
The one, who is seriously in love,
transforms his life into flowers for you
In the morning, you stand at the window
Maybe you've gone crazy
As in a continuation of a dream
The plaza is full of flowersAlla Pugacheva - million alyh roz - http://motolyrics.com/alla-pugacheva/million-alyh-roz-lyrics-english-translation.html
Your soul grows cold
What rich man is making fun by here?
But under the window, almost breathless,
the poor painter stands
A million of scarlet roses
From the window you can see
The one, who is seriously in love,
transforms his life into flowers for you
A million of scarlet roses
From the window you can see
The one, who is seriously in love,
transforms his life into flowers for you
The encounter was short
At night, the train carried her away
But in her life remained
the mad song of roses k
The painter kept living alone
Many troubles he beared
But in his life remained
the whole plaza of flowers