Про белые розы [Pro belyye rozy] [English translation]

A striped sunset is burning in a lilac haze.

And someone from the TV screen sings about love, oh-oh.

These pictures take me back,

And all my feelings are hidden in the songs.

Chorus:

About white roses, yellow tulips,

Siberian frosts, strange dancing,

And the new gray night does not let me go.

Oh, these white roses, oh-oh,

Yellow tulips, oh-oh,

And the new gray night does not let me go.

Verse 2, Dima Bilan:

Denim jacket, old cassette player, woo-woo,

There the music has bound us forever, mm-mm.

And I hum to you in the pre-dawn silence,

The words that I will carry through the year, mm-mm.

Chorus:

About white roses, yellow tulips,

Siberian frosts, strange dancing,

And the new gray night does not let me go.

Oh, these white roses, oh-oh,

Yellow tulips, oh-oh,

And the new gray night does not let me go.

About white roses, yellow tulips,

Siberian frosts, strange dancing,

And the new gray night does not let me go.

About white roses, yellow tulips,

Siberian frosts, strange dancing,

And the new gray night does not let me go.

Oh, these white roses, oh-oh,

Yellow tulips, oh-oh,

And the new gray night does not let me go.