Once here lived a young painter
Who owned pictures and nice house.
He was in love with an actress
Who every much loved flowers.
Once day he sold all his own,
Sold all pictures with cottage
And with the memory he owned
He bought the whole sea of roses.
Million, million, million scarlet roses,
From window, from window, from window she's admired
Who's able, who's able, who's able to love serious
From your dear my whole life, gave for you turned into roses.