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 flowers 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