Цыган Ваня Спекулянт - 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