Текст песни Александр Фролов - Апельсин

[Music and text - Alexander Frolov]

Flower left on a branch
Slightly delayed spring
Quite alone, as if in a cage,
He spoke with himself.

The flower was close to cool
Wonderful good rain
And the sun was very glad
He to give, at least a little herself.

The world loved the flower fragrant,
And with tenderness she caressed.
It is a gentle golden color
As if the brother became the sun.

But sadness in the flower flaming fire,
He was still completely alone.
And now the flower has not become,
Now on the orange branch.