Scarlet Roses

Once lived an artist, he had…brushes and paints and a hut,
He loved an actress who loved…flowers – they were her art;
Selling his canvass and home, selling his brushes and paints,
Brought her an ocean of flowers, bought her what money could pay…

Millions, millions, millions scarlet red
Roses bloom, roses bloom, roses bloom – magic view
If he loves, if he loves, if he loves to no end
He will turn all his world in a rose, just for you…

Sleepy, you look outside…thinking you’re losing your mind,
Everywhere roses in sight – maybe your dream lagged behind,
Coldly, you close your heart – some rich man’s whimsical ways,
But there he stands, poet of art – breathless, awaiting your gaze…

Refrain

Short was their romance, alas – gone with the night train his Love,
Yet in her life there was a song – of crazy beauty and flowers,
Dwelled the poor painter alone, trembled with troubles and strife,
But there was one scarlet dream no one could take from his life…

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