Текст песни Екатерина Барановская - Друг мой

My friend

Memory
Stores in frayed envelopes
A gulp of magical wind
A piece of the world where every creator.
Get up
Beckons to pack again
Dawn of the Eaglet Brotherhood
And restless hearts.

Etc. My friend, youth is smiling at us,
She returned today
Following the trail of long-standing worries and victories.
You know, my friend, time does not heal ...
May there be new meetings
On the avenues and paths of years.

Years
Leafing through morning after morning
They walk briskly and wisely
And the stop is not the limit.
Notes
To the pain of the right songs
They will lead you into a circle if
I managed to remember through time.

Etc.

August
Drops the midnight in the palm of your hand
And in the native sky
The accomplishments of new names are on fire.
Joy
Until a bright old age from childhood
The star will remain in the heart
One who is strong in spirit.

Etc.