Текст песни Олег Хромов - Моя беда

My flowers - fragrant sorrow
A breath of the last drink of the warm pools,
My love is broken down on the asphalt,
Say, the trouble, why do you need me.

You do not fall in love - my trouble,
You're all cool as meltwater,
A lightning storm strike up, erase the traces,
How quickly wither my flowers.

My flowers - a living bouquet of roses,
You pats wind breaking petals,
My flowers today instead of tears,
Rosa cold heat your cooled.

You do not fall in love - my trouble,
You're all cool as meltwater,
A lightning storm strike up, erase the traces,
How quickly wither my flowers.

My flowers - love spring dreams,
On the warmest never learned
And cold from the rain of thy words
Tremble and freezing in the solar neighborhood.

You do not fall in love - my trouble,
You're all cool as meltwater,
A lightning storm strike up, erase the traces,
How quickly wither my flowers.