Текст песни Ваенга Елена - Голубые цветы

Strangely enough, this was a fabulous evening
With large blue flowers ,
My death is embraced by the shoulders ,
Kissing silent lips .

Beckoned cold smile ,
Soul ice gold overlaid ,
I dropped to the floor the violin ,
What gave me the memory of the dear .

I'm not feminine and as a man ,
I do not love I give , and steal ,
Yes, sad picture out :
No one , no I do not like .