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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 scarlet roses
From the window from the window from the window you can see
Will turn his life will turn his life into flowers
He who is in love seriously.

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 scarlet roses
From the window from the window from the window you can see Will turn his life will turn his life into flowers
He who is in love seriously.

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 scarlet roses
From the window from the window from the window you can see Will turn his life will turn his life into flowers
He who is in love seriously.

By Alla Pugacheva
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat