Текст песни Под гитару - Сорвите розу в 16 лет

One in the world rose blossomed
And she rose early
Rip that rose , I was ready
But was afraid her thorns

Oh rose, rose, rose , I cried
Why I 'm not a rose plucked
Why I'm afraid of your spikes
Now there is no more roses

It so happened I was leaving
And you said goodbye
Oh, rose, rose wait for me
I 'll get back to you sweetheart.

Oh rose, rose, rose , I cried
Why I 'm not a rose plucked
Why I'm afraid of your spikes
Now there is no more roses

It's been 2 years , I returned
But the old roses are no longer there
Disrupted crushed rose color
Spines spiny already there is no more

Oh rose, rose, rose , I cried
Why I 'm not a rose plucked
Why I'm afraid of your spikes
Now there is no more roses

Friends give you one piece of advice
Do not expect a rose to 20 years
A tear rose and bend the branch
While those roses 16 years

Oh rose, rose, rose , I cried
Why I 'm not a rose plucked
Why I'm afraid of your spikes
Now there is no more roses