Белые розы [Belye rozy] [English translation]

It is warmer behind the glass, but the frost is cruel.

I come in and I see summer garden, it is in its bloom.

I would put all the flowers to my heart – they are so pure!

And I ready to kiss all the roses – their whiteness is true.

Oh, white roses! Oh, white roses!

Your thorns are without defenсe!

What will you get from the cruel frost,

Snow winds and the space?

Men and women will take you for holidays

For a day or some nights,

After the dance you will stay so lonely

Dying with snow and ice.

2.

One after one you are gone and the people are happy,

You will decorate their homes and window sills.

Whose idea was this one to grow you up, so tender and pretty?

To bring into world of cruel storms? Oh, who can tell?

Oh, white roses! Oh, white roses!

Your thorns are without defenсe!

What will you get from the cruel frost,

Snow winds and the space?

Men and women will take you for holidays

For a day or some nights,

After the dance you will stay so lonely

Dying with snow and ice.