Текст песни Ю. Лорес - Пять веков картине

Five centuries of painting - an ancient town,
Remember, you've lived in it.
Touch the hand of the house above the river -
Where the wild rose blooms under the window.

Chorus:
It is a pity that you do not remember me,
It is a pity that you do not love me -
Five centuries ago, and five ahead ...
Five hundred years we will not have,
Five times remember five forget,
As the wild rose blooms under the window.

You lived, sad, do not love me,
I think of it as me.
I see how the evening, candles are lit,
As the shadow of thy sighs in the ...

Chorus.

Five centuries of painting - an ancient town,
Remember, you've lived in it.
You lived a sad, forgotten forever
What I - wild rose under the window.