Текст песни Дмитрий Голубев - Цветок

I got lost in the thick of the garden
There were roses of all kinds.
As beautiful as Scheherazade
But more impregnable than fortresses.

I remembered, as it were, by chance,
That somewhere out there, in the native land.
I forgot God's gift
That was not how they are twofold.

It was nice, sweet to heart,
Common wildflower.
Not that roses are foreigners,
That they just got drunk like wine.

That they only pricked with injections
That only delighted my eyes.
That were louder than the bell towers
Noisier than busy roads.

And I'm running, running, from these,
In the blood, exhausted, sick.
"I have tamed, and I am responsible",
The flower will whisper: "I am with you."