Текст песни Вячеслав Быков - Садовник

Castle old sleeps
Hundreds of years old secrets it keeps
And the fog like a cat
Swaddling clothes lying in his gray gate .

Chorus:
There was once an old gardener plant flowers
Maybe hundreds times of his dreams came true here
The sea of bright colors and soft fragrance of spring
Through the years, he carried the tale wondrous beauty .

Wounds old walls
Harboring canvas chrysanthemums
Castle sleepy granite
Until now , for many years the work of its stores .

Chorus.