Million alyh roz

There once lived an artist,
He had a little house and canvases.
But he loved an actress,
She who loved flowers.
He then sold his house,
Sold his paintings and blood
And bought with all the money
A whole sea of flowers.

Million, million,
Million scarlet roses
From the window, from the window,
From the window you see.
Who is in love, who is in love,
Who is in love, and seriously,
Will turn his life into flowers for you.

In the morning you will stand by the window,
Maybe you've gone crazy, -
Like a continuation of a dream,
The square is full of flowers.
The soul will cool down:
What kind of rich man is wandering here?
And under the window, barely breathing,
The poor artist stands.

Million, million,
Million scarlet roses
From the window, from the window,
From the window you see.
Who is in love, who is in love,
Who is in love and seriously,
Will turn his life into flowers for you.

The meeting was short,
At night her train took her away,
But in her life there was
A song of the madness of roses.
The artist lived alone,
He endured many hardships,
But in his life there was
A whole square of flowers.

Million, million,
Million scarlet roses
From the window, from the window,
From the window you see.
Who is in love, who is in love,
Who is in love and seriously,
Will turn his life into flowers for you.