Текст песни песни под гитару - Я встретил розу, она цвела...

I met her a rose bloomed,
Beautiful rose it was
Rip off the rose I was ready
But it was afraid of thorns

One morning I was leaving
Beautiful rose I whispered
I'm going to a distant region
This rose is my farewell

After 2 years, I came to the garden
Beautiful roses I have not found
Tore the ruined rose color
Prickly thorns on it anymore

About Rose Rose I'm guilty
Why do you train a rose I tore
Why I fear your spikes
Now you rose in the hands of others

Now guys will give you advice
Pluck the rose beyond his years
Pluck the rose Appreciate the color when these roses 17 years