Текст песни Лучше всяких хелавис - Татьяна Буланова - Мертвые цветы

Against the will of no one can save
And make not love
But, of course, be disappointed once he
Who wants to be deceived

You're waiting for an answer - yes or no
When sent his wonderful bouquet
But my answer is not yet ready
After all, your bouquet of dead flowers

Roses of paper - the thrill of petals
Lilies, poppies of colored silks
Roses of paper, bright red color
Lilies, poppies - inanimate bouquet
As your love of inanimate bouquet

You're a connoisseur of exquisite beauty patient
I do not need your words
Let artificial and beautiful flowers
Only then I myself alive

I dead to what beauty?
I'll throw your flowers from the bridge
In the river water is let float
Perhaps they may live in it

Roses of paper - the thrill of petals
Lilies, poppies of colored silks
Roses of paper, bright red color
Lilies, poppies - inanimate bouquet
As your love of inanimate bouquet

Against the will of no one can save
And make not love
But, of course, be disappointed once he
Who wants to be deceived
Who wants to be deceived ...

Roses of paper - the thrill of petals
Lilies, poppies of colored silks
Roses of paper, bright red color
Lilies, poppies - inanimate bouquet

Roses of paper - the thrill of petals
Lilies, poppies of colored silks
Roses of paper, bright red color
Lilies, poppies - inanimate bouquet
As your love of inanimate bouquet