Белые розы [Belye rozy] [English translation]

It's a bit warmer behind the glass, but the evil frosts...

I'm entering through these doors as if in a garden of July flowers.

I so want to warm them, but these white roses...

And to kiss them in front of everyone and be ready to caress them.

I so want to warm them, but these white roses...

And to kiss them in front of everyone and be ready to caress them.

White roses, white roses,

Defenseless thorns.

What have the snow and frosts

And the ice of blue shop windows done to them?

People decorate their holiday with you

Only for a few days

Then leave you to die

At the cold white window.

People take you home, and late in the evening

Let your festive light fill all the windows in the garden

Whose idea was it to raise you in winter, oh white roses,

And bring you into a world of cruel blizzards and cold winds?

Whose idea was it to raise you in winter, oh white roses,

And bring you into a world of cruel blizzards, and cold winds?

White roses, white roses,

Defenseless thorns.

What have the snow and frosts

And the ice of blue shop windows done to them?

People decorate their holiday with you

Only for a few days

Then leave you to die

At the cold white window.