The flowering gardens smell sweet,
Their petals are bright, their buds are charming with beauty,
Their roots are deep, their thorns are sharp,
They are young and bright
The gardens of happiness dazzled their beauty
That supposed vale of endless colours
Illusion of happiness, illusion of harmony
Will take your flower with open arms
Don't think that everything
Will be in colours and well
Every medal has the reverse side
And it sounded so ordinary
And there below, in soil, in roots decay
Some day bright buds
Their stalks are yellow and obscure
But no one notice them
There is eternal place in garden now
Don't think that everything
Will be in colours and well
Every medal has the reverse side
And it sounded so ordinary
But only true loving it slaves
Vova
