Once there an artist had been, canvases he had and house, But one actress he loved who liked flowers And then his house he sold, sold canvases and the home, And sea of flowers he bought. Millions, millions, millions of red roses From the the window from the window from the window you can see Who's in love who's in love who's in love seriously Turned his life to flowers for thee. At dawn you stand by window, maybe insane, The square is filled with flowers as if dreaming, Soul chills, what did this rich man Poor artist stands barely breathing. Millions, millions, millions of red roses From the the window from the window from the window you can see Who's in love who's in love who's in love seriously Turned his life to flowers for thee. The meeting had been quite brief, train in the night carried her, But in her life there had been a crazy song of the roses. The artist spent life alone, he suffered many sorrows, But in his life there had been a square full of flowers. Millions, millions, millions of red roses From the the window from the window from the window you can see Who's in love who's in love who's in love seriously Turned his life to flowers for thee. By Alla Pugacheva Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat.
