Текст песни А.Сушков - Дружба

friendship

On the counter with noble cheeses,
Among them so ugly and lonely
Like a wretched man in a temple, cold in a supermarket
Forgotten processed cheese.
I touched my pearly side
Erased the whitish layer of artificial sludge,
And read under him the simple word "Friendship"
On a wrap of cheap foil.

I remember the days when the last penny
I got out of "zashnikov" my
And the guys winked: “Well, pour it on!”
This "Friendship" honestly cut "for three";
We didn’t throw friends on a difficult road,
They all forgave: both resentment and debt
More than life valued our friendship-
Without a penny foil wrapper.

You can’t reach the past, even if you crack ...
But I’m going to the doorway of my childhood,
I remember our yard songs
And I’m carrying cheese, already “for one”!
And moving my lips, I whisper strained:
“Memory, sadness, bad debts ...”
And the cheese warms my soul with the word "Friendship"
On a penny-wrap wrapper ...