Текст песни Елена Терлеева - А в саду у дома растут цветы.......

At the concert, music pours from the stage
Petals of flowers falling sounds
Reflected in the hall of light music
The strings are breaking in the plexus of thoughts.

And in the garden near the house flowers grow
Unaware that her star is far from simple
And she is the prima donna.

Chorus:
All-all-all, all that was
For her, laughter is a joy
All-all-all, all that will be
For her, that paradise is sweet.

Her star will not burn
Her doors are open and inside
On the table are flowers, flowers, flowers ...

Sounds like dew drops evaporate
Dawn comes and stars disappear
Sweet dreams of a Baltic hotel
Just bright days like dark nights.

And in the garden near the house flowers grow
Unaware that her star is far from simple
And she is the prima donna.

Chorus.