Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Как хороши, как свежи были розы

In the days when dreams swarmed
In the hearts of people, transparent and clear,
How nice, how fresh were the roses
My beautiful, blue country.

The summers have passed and tears are falling everywhere
There is no country, no people who lived in the country.
How nice, how fresh were the roses
Memories of the past day.

But the days go by, the storms are already dying
Back to home Russia is looking for trails.
How good, how fresh the roses will be,
My country threw me in a coffin!