(Inspired by lyrics written by Sergey Kuznetsov
to the song originally performed by Yury Shatunov)
V1
A little bit sheltered by the glass
But frost never knows this
I enter this greenhouse like a dream
White room of July
I want them so much to be that warm
But chilly white roses
I'm ready to kiss and stroke tonight
Unlil they reply
I want them so much to be that warm
But chilly white roses
I'm ready to kiss and stroke tonight
Until they reply
CHORUS:
Chilly white roses
Chilly white roses
Helpless are even spikes
Bitten by frost and blown with snows.
You're exposed in the night
People will dress their holiday with you
Only for a few days
And keep on leaving you fading out
In there, in chill of the space
V2
And people still bring them home again
While closer to midnight
Let holiday lights keep flashing out
All windows in blocks
Who came up with growing you this time?
Ah, chilly white roses
And bringing you transfered to the world
Of snows and rocks.