Текст песни Багдат - Брат

I give weight to the word brother
And I can't shake the air in vain
After all, there are 100 concrete gates behind you
And do not add to my enemy when offended

We met by the standards of society recently
And by universe standards, too shallow
And you know we don't have a common blood, even more so
But the spiritual vector boldly writes with Welkom

I am proud and happy that my brother is near
for the fact that you turn a weekday into lightness of Fridays
For not leaving to fend for my mistakes
For having problems with you and with smiles

And I'm not as sure of myself as I'm sure of my brother
I am glad to see you as a hard worker salary
You are the one who can support and calm with a word
And if you need to put your fist to rest