Белые розы [Belye rozy] [English translation]

It's a bit warmer behind the glass,

but frosts are severe...

I enter these doors as if there's a garden

Of July flowers here.

I long to make them warm,

These white roses

To kiss and caress these white roses

In front of everyone.

White roses, white roses,

Defenceless thorns.

What did snow and frosts do to them,

The ice of blue shop-windows ?

People will decorate their holiday party with you

Just for a few days

And leave you to die

In the cold white window.

People take you home,

Late in the evening

So that festive Light will fill

All the windows for a moment

Whose crazy idea was it to grow you in winter,

O white roses,

And take you to the world of fierce blizzards

And cold winds?

• Artist:Yuri Shatunov