Текст песни Климова Ирина - романс

Thanks for everything, good friend
for being truly a friend
for the meadow in honey grasses
per month thin over the meadow

for the village above the river
where did I go forgetting about the tired
for feelings that have become a line
per line caused by feeling

for your love to me
sometimes it was more necessary than bread
for what I thought up
you the way you were not