Текст песни Михаил Боярский - Друг

Without a doubt and without separation,
Reinforced a hundredfold under consciousness
Turning to you: "Friend",
I say to myself: "Brother."
Days go by, but one trouble:
A song is written between the lines.
I'd clamp the wires with my teeth
Through which its current flows!

Chorus:
LIVING FIRST, YES, NOT FOR SUDDENLY,
LIVING AS PEOPLE, NOT GUYS.
I SAY ALWAYS: "WHERE IS THE YEARS, FRIEND?"
ABOUT MYSELF: "WHERE ARE THE SONG, BROTHER?"

I would just remember that one
That mother used to sing to me
And when I sing it
I sit down to the stove to burn music.
It contains words about the blue of heaven
And about happiness in scraps of dreams
There, Eugene runs to the Neva,
To see that there are no bridges!

Chorus.

In it is the absurdity of mediocre days
Human fate station,
In it the barrenness of black fields
But after all, I threw grains at them!
Leaving for the last lap
To go back to earth
I'll scream: "Help out, friend!",
I whisper: "Remember, brother ..."

Chorus.