Ką? Ir vėl?

The meeting was short:
At night, the train carried Zelenski away,
But in Zelenski life there was the insane song of roses.
Putin lived his life alone,
He had been through many misfortunes,
But there was the whole square of flowers in his life.... Million, million, million scarlet roses
You see from the window, window, window.
Who is in love, who is in love, who is in love and seriously,
That one will turn his/her life into flowers for you

o kiek kaimų per parą prarado krapai?

Once there lived one Putin
He had a little house and canvases.
But he loved Zelenski,
That one who loved flowers.
Then he sold his house,
He sold the pictures and his shelter
And he bought for all (his) money
The whole sea of flowers.

Million, million, million scarlet roses
You see from the window, window, window.
Who is in love, who is in love, who is in love and seriously,
That one will turn his/her (own) life into flowers for you
In the morning, you will stand by the window:
Maybe have you gone mad?
Like the continuation of your dream - the square is full of flowers.
The soul will grow cold,
"What kind of a rich man is playing tricks here?"
And under the window, hardly breathing,
Putin is standing

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