Letra de Mertvye Tsvety (translation)

You cannot save anyone against their will And you cannot force one to love. But of course, someday one that wants to be fooled Fooled will be. You were waiting for an answer, "yes" or "no" When you sent your wonderful bouquet But my answer's not ready yet Since dead flowers are your bouquet Roses of paper, quivering petals Lilies, poppies out of colored silk Roses of paper, bright-reddish color Lilies, poppies, a dead bouquet Such as your love, a dead bouquet. You are a knower of fine, sick beauty I don't need your words No matter how pretty and fake are the flowers I am still alive What use out of beauty, if it's not dead? I'll throw your flowers from the bridge Let them float in the river Maybe the water will bring them alive You cannot save anyone against their will And you cannot force one to love. But of course, someday one that wants to be fooled Fooled will be. Roses of paper, quivering petals Lilies, poppies out of colored silk Roses of paper, bright-reddish color Lilies, poppies, a dead bouquet Such as your love, a dead bouquet.