Текст песни Золотое Кольцо и Надежда Кадышева - ....но побоялся её шипов

I met a rose - it bloomed
And the aroma was full .

I'm ready to rip this rose ,
But it was afraid of thorns .

Foiled rose crushed color
But this rose - seventeen years !

- Oh, rose, rose , - I cried ,
Why, then, I have not ripped off ?

I'm afraid your spikes .
Now you , rose in the hands of others !

Oh, guys , guys , my advice to you :
Do not tear rose in seventeen.

Roses are beautiful , gentle rose ,
And these roses we all need !