1983
Composer is Raimond Pauls.
Poet Andrey Voznesenskiy
From comments :
- It's about famouse georgian painter Niko Pirosmani (died 1918), he felt in love with an actress , then he sold his house,
sold his paintings
and with all that money he bought
a whole sea of flowers...
-Never heared about niko pirosimani but now i think that it is best love story i ever heared
-Why wasn't made cinema of this story? Of course, the back music is her song.
- This is the greatest song sung by Alla. This song will be remembered and will be there as long as Russia exists. Bravo Rossiya
Alla Pugacheva - Million Alyh Roz
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Жил-был художник один, домик имел и холсты,
Но он актрису любил ту, что любила цветы.
Он тогда продал свой дом, продал картины и кров,
И на все деньги купил целое море цветов.
Миллион, миллион, миллион алых роз
Из окна, из окна, из окна видишь ты.
Кто влюблён, кто влюблён, кто влюблён и всерьёз,
Свою жизнь для тебя превратит в цветы.
Утром ты встанешь у окна, может, сошла ты с ума?
Как продолжение сна, площадь цветами полна.
Похолодеет душа: что за богач здесь чудит?
А под окном, чуть дыша, бедный художник стоит.
Встреча была коротка, в ночь её поезд увёз,
Но в её жизни была песня безумная роз.
Прожил художник один, много он бед перенёс,
Но в его жизни была целая площадь цветов.
Миллион, миллион, миллион алых роз
Из окна, из окна, из окна видишь ты.
Кто влюблен, кто влюблен, кто влюблен и всерьёз,
Свою жизнь для тебя превратит в цветы.
Миллион, миллион, миллион алых роз
Из окна, из окна, из окна видишь ты.
Кто влюблен, кто влюблен, кто влюблен и всерьёз,
Свою жизнь для тебя превратит в цветы.
Свою жизнь для тебя превратит в цветы.
There once was an artist, had a cottage and canvases
But he loved that the actress, who loved flowers.
He sold his house, sold his paintings and shelter,
And with all the money he bought a whole sea of flowers.
Million, million, million scarlet roses
From the window, the window of the window you see.
Who love who love those who love and serious,
His life for you will turn into flowers.
In the morning you'll wake up at the window, maybe you've lost your mind?
As a continuation of a dream, an area filled with flowers.
Soul trembles: what a rich man playing this trick?
But beneath the window, barely breathing, poor painter is standing.
The meeting was short, on the night train took her away,
But her life was a crazy song roses.
The artist lived alone, He endured many hardships,
But his life was a whole area of flowers.
Million, million, million scarlet roses
From the window, the window of the window you see.
Who love who love those who love and serious,
His life for you will turn into flowers.
Million, million, million scarlet roses
From the window, the window of the window you see.
Who love who love those who love and serious,
His life for you will turn into flowers.
His life for you will turn into flowers.
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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