Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - На день рождения твой я подарю тебе букет свежих роз...

On your birthday
I'll give you a bouquet of fresh roses,
White is the color of veils,
In which, you remember, you got married
With me.
And he was so gentle world
In which we quietly circled,
swirled with you.

How many years have passed,
But so far from warm lips caressing
So dizzy,
And the heart-stopping, barely
On the chest
Put your hand to me
And quietly zasmeёshsya dream.

How quickly matured our daughter,
She curls ruffled night.
Clutching a smile in his hand,
It floats in the distance,
And let her sleep quietly.

And let it gently nashepchet maple,
What will anyone love
In it, as I have for many years,
The beloved eyes warm light,
And let her mother dream.

On your birthday
I'll give you a bouquet of fresh roses,
White is the color of veils,
In which, you remember, you got married
With me,
And he was so gentle world
In which we quietly circled,
swirled with you.