Текст песни Мозаика - Букет из звезд

When sadness comes to me, when sadness knocks on the door,
When sad dreams I have
I remember spring, that beautiful clear day.
When you appeared as a wonderful dream.

Do you want me to pick a bouquet from the stars
And I'll wrap it in clouds
And on a winter evening, to our meeting
I’ll bring a bouquet of stars to you.

Your eyes and hands, I can’t forget
I see your face and lips in dreams
I hear your tender voice, and I see your look mischievous,
You are in my every day, my dreams.

Do you want me to pick a bouquet from the stars
And I'll wrap it in clouds
And on a winter evening, to our meeting
I’ll bring a bouquet of stars to you.

I believe the rain separation will pass, the sorrows of the wind will carry away,
And the sun shines on the dew
The dawn of love will then rise and the sun of meetings will call us
I will fly to you with a blue bird.

And then I, to you, from the stars I will pick a bouquet,
And I'll wrap it in clouds
And on a winter evening, at our meeting
I will give you a bouquet of stars.