Traditional
Romance
My days are quickly disappearing
But the pain's always the same
As if the roses are decaying
And the nightingales are dying

The love has kept my life in order
Feels so wasteful too
From your skin as soft as satin
From your skin soft as satin
Poisoned blood is running out of you
Poisoned blood is running out of you

If the reason I am living
Is because of a dream
Like blind children we'll be climbing
Up the mountain to the sky

And there we'll find the dreamland
Of the whitest clouds
We'll be looking for dead roses
We'll be looking for dead roses
Listen to dead nightingales

Odnoobraznye mel'kayut (Однообразные мелькают)
Vsyo s toy zhe bol'yu dni moyi (Все с той же болью дни мои,)
Kak budto rozy opadayut (Как будто розы опадают)
I umirayut solovyi (И умирают соловьи.)

No i ona pechal'na tozhe (Но и она печальна тоже,)
Mne prikazavshaya lyubov' (Мне приказавшая любовь,)
I pod yeyo atlasnoy kozhey (И под ее атласной кожей)
Bezhit otravlennaya krov' (Бежит отравленная кровь.)