Текст песни Александр Дюмин - Друзья...

I’ll go out into the field alone at sunset,
Rustles and, tartly in the nose, beats wormwood grass.
But I'm delirious, and in my throat there is a tear in my eyes,
The memory of the wound pokes - where are my friends?

I scattered, bastard life, and wander
Who lies in the damp earth - they cannot be lifted.
Boys in life we ​​are - oh, kids,
Our mothers got too old.

Here gray-haired is already like a moon, but not old I,
Only the heart is all in scars, but in scratches.
Where are my friends, bosom kents,
Missing you are my miserable.

Puff dope, al vodka hit
Well, to whom, from relatives it will be pleasant to all.
And again I’m going down the path
I forget, I return to my darling.