Текст песни Под гитару - Я встретил розу

I met a rose, it blossomed
she was a beautiful rose
to break this rose I was ready
but was afraid of her thorns

one morning I was leaving
beautiful rose I whispered
I'm leaving for a distant land
this is my rose, goodbye

two years later I came to the garden
I did not find a beautiful rose
tore off this rose, ruined the color
Thorns on her are no longer there

oh, rose rose I'm to blame
why did not the rose tear you up
why did you fear your thorns
now you are a rose in the hands of strangers

now guys, I'll give you advice
pluck roses off by years
pluck roses, destroy color
while these roses are seventeen years old