Million Roses

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.