Once here lived a young painter

Who owned pictures and nice house.

He was in love with an actress

Who every much loved flowers.



Once day he sold all his own,

Sold all pictures with cottage

And with the memory he owned

He bought the whole sea of roses.



Million, million, million scarlet roses,

From window, from window, from window she's admired

Who's able, who's able, who's able to love serious

From your dear my whole life, gave for you turned into roses.