Текст песни Олег Анофриев - Песня о друге

If at all a joy for all the trouble one,
Sea wave after wave rises, and behind - the back.
Here at the edge of the boards, will cover each other,
A friend always ready to give up the place in the boat and circle.
   
It is not necessary to ask about anything with him is not terrible trouble.
Each - this is the third of my shoulder, will be with me always.
Well, it happened that he was in love, and I am in his way -
Leave the road, that's the law: & quot; the third must go & quot ;.
   
Well, it happened that he was in love, and I am in his way -
Leave the road, that's the law: & quot; the third must go & quot ;,
Leave the road, that's the law: & quot; the third must go & quot ;.