Весь мир любит

It's a little warmer behind the glass, but the bitter frosts
I walk through these doors like I'm walking into a garden of July flowers
I want to warm them up so much, but white roses
I'm ready to kiss and stroke in front of everyone
I want to warm them up so much, but white roses
I'm ready to kiss and stroke in front of everyone

White roses, white roses, defenseless thorns
What do the snow and frost do to them, the eyes of the blue shop windows?
People will decorate their holiday with you only for a few days
And they leave you to die on a white cold window

And people take you away with them late in the evening
Let the festive light fill all the windows of the courtyards in a moment
Who invented raising you in winter, oh white roses?
And to take away cruel blizzards and cold winds into the world

Who invented raising you in winter, oh white roses?
And to take away cruel blizzards and cold winds into the world
Who invented raising you in winter, oh white roses?
And to take away cruel blizzards and cold winds into the world
Who invented raising you in winter, oh white roses?
And to take away cruel blizzards and cold winds into the world

White roses, white roses, defenseless thorns
What do the snow and frost do to them, the eyes of the blue shop windows?
People will decorate their holiday with you only for a few days
And they leave you to die on a white cold window

White roses, white roses, defenseless thorns
What do the snow and frost do to them, the eyes of the blue shop windows?
People will decorate their holiday with you only for a few days
And they leave you to die on a white cold window