Текст песни Скади - Ушедший Друг

You did not get a gone
What a forever belongs to -
Your love, your dream, your sadness
And the long white path in the distant skete.

But the entire notepad of poems remained
In the treated green binding
And the sword in the scabbard, what is ready
To the post down, but honed work.

And we will only have to remember
Summer flavored drink.
On the road he shines somehow
Your moonstone solar color.