Music: Million Roses Composed: Raimonds Pauls Words: Andrej Voznesenskij Performed: Alla Pugacheva "Million Roses", a famous Russian song, is original from a Latvian song "Dāvāja Māriņa"composed by Raimonds Pauls with lyrics by Leons Briedis. It was performed at the 1981 Mikrofona aptauja by Aija Kukule and Līga Kreicberga. (Ref: Wikipedia). "Dāvāja Māriņa" is one of Raimonds Pauls's most popular songs and has been covered by several artists and in several languages, including famous Russian singer Alla Pugacheva with Russian lyrics by Andrej Voznesenskij as "Миллион алых роз", as well as by Korean and Japanese artists. With different story from original Latvian "Dāvāja Māriņa" lyrics, "Миллион алых роз" lyrics by Andrej Voznesenskij is based on a true love story about a famous Georgian painter Niko Pirosmani from Tbilisi. Niko Pirosmani fell in love with a French actress Margarita who loved flowers. Pirosmani loved her so much that he finally sold his house and paintings and bought her one million roses. But the painter failed and lived lonely in poverty with just million roses in his memory. Flowers' photos/Design: David Huang Million Roses (My English translation) ******************************************* Once upon a time there was a painter He had a house and paintings He fell in love with an actress who loved flowers He then sold his house And his paintings and shelter With all the money he bought A whole sea of ​​flowers Million, million, million of red roses From your window, from your window, from your window you can see Who is in love, who is in love, and seriously in love with you Turn his life into million flowers for you Million, million, million of red roses From your window, from your window, from your window you can see Who is in love, who is in love, and seriously in love with you Turn his life into million flowers for you In the morning you stand at the window Maybe you've lost your mind As in a continuation of a dream The front yard is full of flowers Your soul trembles What miraculous rich man have done Under the window, however, just breathing The poor artist stands Million, million, million of red roses From your window, from your window, from your window you can see Who is in love, who is in love, and seriously in love with you Turn his life into million flowers for you Million, million, million of red roses From your window, from your window, from your window you can see Who is in love, who is in love, and seriously in love with you Turn his life into million flowers for you The meeting was short In the night she left on a train But since then she always recalled The mad song of million roses. While the painter still lived alone And endured many hardships and pains But his life was continuously with A whole sea of ​​colorful roses. Million, million, million of red roses From your window, from your window, from your window you can see Who is in love, who is in love, and seriously in love with you Turn his life into million flowers for you Million, million, million of red roses From your window, from your window, from your window you can see Who is in love, who is in love, and seriously in love with you Turn his life into million flowers for you --------//-----------

Translated by Boris Anisimov There lived an artist alone who sold his paintings and home And left his palettes behind for this one purpose alone. This famous actress he loved only red flowers preferred, So for his money he bought one million roses for her. Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, she could turn, Everything in the square down below blooming red. Those in love, those in love, those in love, she would learn, Gladly leave things behind for a glance instead. Early next day she did rise hardly believing her eyes -- One million roses below under the blue morning skies. She thought that gift must have come from some unknown tycoon Leaving the artist alone standing there all afternoon. Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, she could turn, Everything in the square down below blooming red. Those in love, those in love, those in love, she would learn, Gladly leave things behind for a glance instead. Only a minute she spared for his enormous bouquet. After a late show that night she left for good on a train. There stayed the artist alone, poor and completely forlorn, But he would never regret the city with roses adorned. Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, she could turn, Everything in the square down below blooming red. Those in love, those in love, those in love, she would learn, Gladly leave things behind for a glance instead. RUSSIAN LYRICS: Жил-был художник один домик имел и холсты Но он актрису любил ту что любила цветы Он тогда продал свой дом продал картины и кров И на все деньги купил целое море цветов Миллион миллион миллион алых роз Из окна из окна из окна видишь ты Кто влюблен кто влюблен кто влюблен и всерьез Свою жизнь для тебя превратит в цветы Утром ты встанешь у окна может сошла ты с ума Как продолжение сна площадь цветами полна Похолодеет душа что за богач здесь чудит А под окном чуть дыша бедный художник стоит Миллион миллион миллион алых роз Из окна из окна из окна видишь ты Кто влюблен кто влюблен кто влюблен и всерьез Свою жизнь для тебя превратит в цветы Встреча была коротка в ночь ее поезд увез Но в ее жизни была песня безумная роз Прожил художник один много он бед перенес Но в его жизни была целая площадь цветов Миллион миллион миллион алых роз Из окна из окна из окна видишь ты Кто влюблен кто влюблен кто влюблен и всерьез Свою жизнь для тебя превратит в цветы

Trình bày : Ái Vân

Triệu Đóa Hoa Hồng Миллион Алых Роз Nhạc: R. Pauls Музыка: Р. Паулс Lời: A. Voznesensky Слова: А. Вознесенский Lời Việt: Sưu tầm Biểu diễn: Ái Vân Жил-был художник один, Домик имел и холсты. Но он актрису любил Ту, что любила цветы. Он тогда продал свой дом, Продал картины и кров, И на все деньги купил Целое море цветов. Миллион, миллион, миллион алых роз, Из окна, из окна, из окна видишь ты. Кто влюблен, кто влюблен, кто влюблен, и всерьез, Свою жизнь для тебя превратит в цветы. Một chuyện tình yêu anh họa sỹ Gửi trong tranh vẽ những vui buồn. Và anh thầm yêu nàng ca sỹ Cô gái rất yêu bông hoa hồng. Tặng một đại dương hoa hồng thắm Cho nàng ca sĩ anh yêu thầm. Và ngôi nhà xinh anh đã bán Bằng dòng máu nóng trái tim mình. Nắng lấp lánh, sương long lanh, triệu cành hồng khoe sắc thắm, Mỗi sáng sớm, bên song thưa, em bên hoa, cười trong nắng. Ai đang yêu, ai đang yêu, yêu say mê tình trong sáng, Sẽ mãi mãi như hoa tươi trao cho em chính cuộc đời. Tình yêu thường hay mang buồn bã, Tình thường đem đến những ê chề. Triệu hoa hồng tươi rồi cũng rã, Chua xót cho ai tặng hoa hồng. Đời vẫn lẻ loi, anh họa sỹ Đem buồn thương vẽ bức tranh buồn. Chẳng một tình yêu, chàng lặng lẽ Từng đêm anh giấu giấc mơ đời. Nắng lấp lánh, sương long lanh, triệu cành hồng khoe sắc thắm, Mỗi sáng sớm, bên song thưa, em bên hoa, cười trong nắng. Ai đang yêu, ai đang yêu, yêu say mê tình trong sáng, Sẽ mãi mãi như hoa tươi trao cho em chính cuộc đời. Миллион, миллион, миллион алых роз, Из окна, из окна, из окна видишь ты. Кто влюблен, кто влюблен, кто влюблен, и всерьез, Свою жизнь для тебя превратит в цветы. Миллион, миллион, миллион алых роз, Из окна, из окна, из окна видишь ты. Кто влюблен, кто влюблен, кто влюблен, и всерьез, Свою жизнь для тебя превратит в цветы. Sẽ mãi mãi như hoa tươi trao cho em chính cuộc đời. Sẽ mãi mãi như hoa tươi trao cho em chính cuộc đời. Một bài hát nổi tiếng với giọng ca của nữ ca sỹ Liên Xô Alla Pugacheva (Алла Пугачева), Ái Vân đã cover lại. Thật đáng tiếc là giọng ca của Ái Vân bây giờ không còn được như hồi đầu những năm 1980. Lúc đó Ái Vân hát bài này ngay tại Moskva, hoàn toàn bằng tiếng Nga và đã được Đài Truyền hình Trung Ương của Liên Xô ghi lại. Dù không thể nào so sánh với Alla Pugacheva, nhưng cũng đã là tuyệt vời!