Текст песни Иван Шостов - Легенда

It was a child's garden
And he raised a lot of roses in it;
He raised them and watered,
To so much wreath.

Those roses flourish blooming
And like the garden well.
And he was heard throughout the earth
That juicy gentle fragrance.

Children neighbor then
All the colors
And was the garden choking
Only one spikes remained

"Why should the wreath right?
In the garden you have no more roses. "-
"And you forgot that spikes
I remained, "said Christ.

And from spikes they splrew
The wreath is a thorns for him,
And blood drops instead of roses
Chelo decorated it.