I'd like to say Thanks to Ubahobik & Alex for your comments.

It's quite a romantic story in our life and it was also translated into Vietnamese by very closed meaning to the English version you shown above. Is there any difference between the English version with the original one (Russian version)?

Tks.

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Millions and millions and millions of roses red,
from your window, from your window, from your window is all you see.
One in love, one in love, one in love with no regret,
turned his life into a sea of flowers just for thee.

Millions and millions and millions of roses red,
from your window, from your window, from your window is all you see.
One in love, one in love, one in love with no regret,
turned his life into a sea of flowers just for thee.

Their time with each other was brief;
her train pulled away in night’s gloom.
But in her remained the belief
in a mad song of roses in bloom.

The artist lived on all alone.
He suffered much grief and much strife.
But the memory of flowers still shone;
forever a part of his life.

Millions and millions and millions of roses red,
from your window, from your window, from your window is all you see.
One in love, one in love, one in love with no regret,
turned his life into a sea of flowers just for thee.

Millions and millions and millions of roses red,
from your window, from your window, from your window is all you see.
One in love, one in love, one in love with no regret,
turned his life into a sea of flowers just for thee.

#2 Millions of Roses Red

Once lived an artist alone;
had a small house and his art,
but to an actress who loved
flowers he gave his whole heart.

And so he sold his small house,
sold both his art and his roof,
and for the money he bought
an ocean of flowers as proof.

Millions and millions and millions of roses red,
from your window, from your window, from your window is all you see.
One in love, one in love, one in love with no regret,
turned his life into a sea of flowers just for thee.

Millions and millions and millions of roses red,
from your window, from your window, from your window is all you see.
One in love, one in love, one in love with no regret,
turned his life into a sea of flowers just for thee.

Morning, you rise to the view.
Have you gone mad, you don’t know,
or maybe you’re dreaming anew:
a plaza of flowers below.

Your soul may grow colder inside:
what rich man is playing a game?
While holding his breath he’s outside:
his only possession his name.

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From: http://lyricstranslate.com/ru/million-alyh-roses-million-alykh-roz-million-scarlet-roses.html

A million of scarlet rose

Once upon the time there was a painter
He had a little house and canvas
But he loved an actress
who loved flowers
He then sold his home
Sold his paintings and his shelter
And with all the money he bought
a whole sea of flowers

A million of scarlet roses
From the window you can see
The one, who is seriously in love,
transforms his life into flowers for you

A million of scarlet roses
From the window you can see
The one, who is seriously in love,
transforms his life into flowers for you

In the morning, you stand at the window
Maybe you've gone crazy
As in a continuation of a dream
The plaza is full of flowers
Your soul grows cold
What rich man is making fun by here?
But under the window, almost breathless,
the poor painter stands

A million of scarlet roses
From the window you can see
The one, who is seriously in love,
transforms his life into flowers for you

A million of scarlet roses
From the window you can see
The one, who is seriously in love,
transforms his life into flowers for you

The encounter was short
At night, the train carried her away
But in her life remained
the mad song of roses
The painter kept living alone
Many troubles he beared
But in his life remained
the whole plaza of flowers

@ Alex: Thanks for your correction.

To understand the original meaning of this song, could you please translate the whole lyrics and let us know your impression of it.

Tks.