Помаранчева любов (Квіти в волоссі)

Flowers in the Hair She wore flowers in the hair, He played with them, and so did the wind. They seemed to had grown up long ago But loved sincerely as if they were children. Open hearts, honest eyes - There are not many of those in the world. Every night tears of happiness were flowing And promises to love forever. The small house on the corner of the two streets, The fence covered by the autumn ivy. It seemed that rains changed their minds It seems that summer will be forever. Just one phone call If they only wanted. Warmth is blowing from abroad That means you must fly. Don’t promise (love will last) forever, Don’t promise (love will be) eternal. Where is your-my tomorrow? The wind is whistling near your temples. Don’t promise, why? Don’t promise, there is no need. Nearest future depends But not always on you. Suddenly everything changed around - Problems, prices, dreams, expectations. They left like children gone to school What was the first became the last. She was to go to residential areas of Warsaw He was to cover Moscow with concrete But a love in pay phones Is condemned not to live long. Where do the motley roads go? Why have you got lost in the world? There are hundreds, thousands, millions of you In Israel, in Canada, on Crete. There are memories of how everything has been, There is hope of how everything will be We are being drifted by the impetous stream of destiny Because we are not titans but just people.