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A Million Red Blooms
A painter once lived all alone,
With just his house and his art.
But for an actress he fell,
Who loved flowers with all her heart.
He sold his house and his brush,
All that he owned, he let go.
And with the money he earned,
He bought her a sea of rose.
A million, a million, a million red blooms,
From your window, your window, they bloom just for you.
When love’s true, when love’s true, when love’s truly in bloom,
Life turns into a garden of flowers for you.
A million, a million, a million red blooms,
From your window, your window, they bloom just for you.
When love’s true, when love’s true, when love’s truly in bloom,
Life turns into a garden of flowers for you.
You wake and stand at your pane,
Thinking it’s part of a dream.
Outside, the square is ablaze,
Flowers in red are agleam.
Your heart grows heavy with awe,
Who could have done such a thing?
There stands a poor painter below,
Hoping your heart he might win.
A million, a million, a million red blooms,
From your window, your window, they bloom just for you.
When love’s true, when love’s true, when love’s truly in bloom,
Life turns into a garden of flowers for you.
A million, a million, a million red blooms,
From your window, your window, they bloom just for you.
When love’s true, when love’s true, when love’s truly in bloom,
Life turns into a garden of flowers for you.
Their meeting lasted so short;
Soon, on a train, she was gone.
Yet in her heart, evermore,
Lived the song of the roses’ dawn.
The painter lived on all alone,
Bearing the weight of his woes.
Yet in his life there had been
A square of scarlet-hued rose.
A million, a million, a million red blooms,
From your window, your window, they bloom just for you.
When love’s true, when love’s true, when love’s truly in bloom,
Life turns into a garden of flowers for you.
A million, a million, a million red blooms,
From your window, your window, they bloom just for you.
When love’s true, when love’s true, when love’s truly in bloom,
Life turns into a garden of flowers for you.
A million, a million, a million red blooms,
From your window, your window, they bloom just for you.
When love’s true, when love’s true, when love’s truly in bloom,
Life turns into a garden of flowers for you.
A million, a million, a million red blooms,
From your window, your window, they bloom just for you.
When love’s true, when love’s true, when love’s truly in bloom,
Life turns into a garden of flowers for you.
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As the translator, I aimed to preserve the original rhyme scheme and rhythm to ensure the poem remains easy to sing. However, some deviations from the original text were necessary to maintain flow and musicality in the translation.