Zhanna Aguzarova - White Roses
There’s a warm behind the glass, but cruel morozy
This evening I’m moving very close to open the plant
You deep create in the winter time, but beautiful roses
And to get me inside of this cruel world, cold winter blizzard
The white roses, the white roses - shining in your eyes.
The white roses, the white roses - lovely lightingly light
People will take it to make much better holidays be for you
Counting on a few days of using, flowers disappeared.
They’re celebrating life and life at angry disasters.
This evening I’m moving very close to open the plant
Do you want to be love me with your love, and my beautiful roses
Kiss kissing afront of all and all this ready to start