Lit striped sunset in purple haze.
And someone from the Tv screen sings about love, Oh.
I'm being carried back by these pictures.,
And hidden in the songs of all my senses.
About white roses, yellow tulips,
Siberian frosts, dancing strange,
And Nova the night, gray did not let me.
Oh, those white roses, Oh-oh,
And Nova the night, gray did not let me.
Denim jacket, old kazetnik, Oo-oo,
There is music together's always on, mm-mm.
And I sing to you in the silence of the dawn,
Words I'll carry through the years, mm-mm.
About white roses, yellow tulips,
Siberian frosts, dancing strange,
And Nova the night, gray did not let me.
Oh, those white roses, Oh-oh,
And Nova the night, gray did not let me.
About white roses, yellow tulips,
Siberian frosts, dancing strange,
And Nova the night, gray did not let me.
About white roses, yellow tulips,
Siberian frosts, dancing strange,
And Nova the night, gray did not let me.
Oh, those white roses, Oh-oh,
And Nova the night, gray did not let me.
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