Текст песни Олег Пахомов - Дикие розы

I'm on holiday gifts, the girl of his
A gentle kiss and a bouquet of roses.
Your Chagrin he had not repaid
You left me without saying a word.

Chorus.
Wild roses, you did not like.
You are ruined, our love.
Wild roses, you're ruined.
On the day of parting I threw a trace.

Losing.

But now it's too late I, myself am guilty.
The fact that it happened to us.
Yet I will remember these days of love
About you let them remind roses.

Chorus.
Wild roses, you did not like.
You are ruined, our love.
Wild roses, you're ruined.
On the day of parting I threw a trace.

Losing.

Chorus.
Wild roses, you did not like.
You are ruined, our love.
Wild roses, you're ruined.
On the day of parting I threw a trace.