Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - На день рождения твой я подарю тебе букет свежих роз...

On the day of your birthday
I'll give you a bouquet of fresh roses,
White is the color veils,
In which, you remember, you got married
With me.
And he was so gentle world,
In that quiet, we spun,
circled with you.

How many years have passed,
But so far from warm lips caressing
So dizzy,
And the heart-stopping, barely
On the chest
Put his hand on my
And quietly zasmeёshsya dream.

How quickly our daughter grew up,
She curls ruffled night.
Clutching a smile in his hand,
It floats in the distance,
And let her sleep quietly.

And let it gently nashepchet maple,
What will someone love
In it, as I have for many years,
The favorite eye warm light,
And let her mother dream.

On the day of your birthday
I'll give you a bouquet of fresh roses,
White is the color veils,
In which, you remember, you got married
With me,
And he was so gentle world,
In that quiet, we spun,
circled with you.