Текст песни
When I was a little younger,
I loved passionately, recklessly,
I dreamed of becoming his wife,
But I became a stranger to him.
I met him in the winter,
On a snowy February day,
I cried as I said goodbye to my pain,
He became my wing.
At first, he healed me,
He gave me wings,
Then he broke me more,
He stabbed me in the back.
He didn't hesitate to say,
He wasn't shy about touching me,
He played so rudely, brazenly,
With my naive soul
Chorus 2 times
From the white rose –
I made a ghost,
Who wanders through the forest,
Collecting shadows.
From the laughing girl,
I turned into a pet.,
Dreamed of toys,
But I fell into a trap.
Verse 2
In zvotochenii sat,
" I'm a bird in a cage"
He has me under the gun,
Probably will remain intact.
I wanted to be the most valuable,
Like a precious stone,
And became a pathetic artist,
In the deck of cards of a humorist
As the screenwriters know,
The end comes in pictures,
In the movies it ends
On the credits.
And our end did not end with flirting.
Na na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Chorus 2 times
From the white rose –
I made a ghost,
Who wanders through the forest,
Collecting shadows.
From the laughing girl,
I turned into a pet.,
Dreamed of toys,
But I fell into a trap.
