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A Million Crimson Roses
- There once was an artist
- He had a house and his canvases.
- But he loved an actress,
- One who loved flowers.
- So he sold his house,
- Sold his paintings and the roof over his head,
- And with all the money
- Bought a whole sea of flowers.
- A million, a million, a million crimson roses,
- From the window, the window the window you see.
- He who's in love, in love, in earnest,
- Turned his life into flowers for you.
- In the morning you will stand-up in the window
- Maybe you've lost your mind?
- Like the continuation of a dream,
- The square is filled with flowers.
- Your soul trembles
- What millionaire is playing this trick?
- But below the window, just breathing,
- The poor artist stands.
- Refrain.
- The meeting was short.
- In the night a train took her away.
- But in her life there had been
- A mad song of roses.
- The artist lived on alone,
- He endured many hardships.
- But in his life there had been
- A square full of flowers.
- Refrain.