Snhezhinca
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Mò mẫm vào ttvnol, tự dưng thấy lời bài "Triệu bông hồng" bằng tiếng Anh các bác ợ.
There once was an artist
He had a house and his canvases.
But he loved an actress,
One who loved flowers.
So he sold his house,
Sold his paintings and the roof over his head,
And with all the money
Bought a whole sea of flowers.
A million, a million, a million crimson roses,
From the window, the window the window you see.
He who''s in love, in love, in earnest,
Turned his life into flowers for you.
In the morning you will stand-up in the window
Maybe you''ve lost your mind?
Like the continuation of a dream,
The square is filled with flowers.
Your soul trembles
What millionaire is playing this trick?
But below the window, just breathing,
The poor artist stands.
The meeting was short.
In the night a train took her away.
But in her life there had been
A mad song of roses.
The artist lived on alone,
He endured many hardships.
But in his life there had been
A square full of flowers.
There once was an artist
He had a house and his canvases.
But he loved an actress,
One who loved flowers.
So he sold his house,
Sold his paintings and the roof over his head,
And with all the money
Bought a whole sea of flowers.
A million, a million, a million crimson roses,
From the window, the window the window you see.
He who''s in love, in love, in earnest,
Turned his life into flowers for you.
In the morning you will stand-up in the window
Maybe you''ve lost your mind?
Like the continuation of a dream,
The square is filled with flowers.
Your soul trembles
What millionaire is playing this trick?
But below the window, just breathing,
The poor artist stands.
The meeting was short.
In the night a train took her away.
But in her life there had been
A mad song of roses.
The artist lived on alone,
He endured many hardships.
But in his life there had been
A square full of flowers.
