55746064 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

Thank you, Krylechko for translating the lyrics...

Esteto24 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

myliu ir as sita daina

krylechko (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

#7Встреча была коротка,В ночь её поезд унёс,Но в её жизни былаПесня безумная роз.Прожил художник один,Много он бед перенёс,Но в его жизни былаЦелая площадь цветов.

krylechko (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

#6Утром ты встанешь у окна,Может, сошла ты с ума?Как продолжение снаПлощадь цветами полна.Похолодеет душа:Что за богач здесь чудит?А под окном, чуть дыша,Бедный художник стоит.

krylechko (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

#5: refrain Миллион, миллион, миллион алых роз Из окна, из окна, из окна видишь ты. Кто влюблён, кто влюблён, кто влюблён, и всерьёз, Свою жизнь для тебя превратит в цветы.

krylechko (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

#4 And here are the lyrics in Russian:Жил-был художник один,Домик имел и холсты,Но он актрису любил,Ту, что любила цветы.Он тогда продал свой дом,Продал картины и кров,И на все деньги купилЦелое море цветов.

krylechko (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

#4And here are the lyrics in Russian:Жил-был художник один,Домик имел и холсты,Но он актрису любил,Ту, что любила цветы.Он тогда продал свой дом,Продал картины и кров,И на все деньги купилЦелое море цветов.

krylechko (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

#3 Million, million, million of scarlet roses Out the window, out the window, out the window you can see The one who is in love, who is in love, who is in love, and really, Will turn his life for you into flowers.Their meeting was fleeting,Into the night a train took her away,But in her life there wasThe incredible song of roses.Has lived his life the artist alone,Great deal of mishaps he knew,But in his life there wasThe whole square of roses.

krylechko (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

#2In the morning you'll stand at your window,-Perhaps you've gone out of your mind?Like a continuation of your night dreamThe square with flowers is filled.Will grow frozen your heart:What kind of a rich man is being so eccentric here?But under your window, scarcely breathing,The poor artist stands.

krylechko (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

#1:Once upon a time there lived an artist,He had a little house and canvases,But he was in love with an actressWho was in love with flowers.He then sold his house,Sold the paintings and all,And for all the money he boughtA whole sea of flowers. Million, million, million of scarlet roses Out the window, out the window, out the window you can see The one who is in love, who is in love, who is in love, and really, Will turn his life for you into flowers.