Текст песни О. Митяев и А. Маршал - Дружба-это круглосуточно.

Certainly will after midnight, I'll call you
When he wants to talk.
What - what joy and, God forbid, in the lurch
I used to have to call here.
When you do not converge in the life line,
We are acutely aware that it is not alone.
Though from Chelyabinsk, though from Sardinia
I will appear to you, you make a call.

Friendship - a clock,
Though the fire, though the harvest.
This feeling is not rationally.
Dress - come!

And our women, though beauties
They reproach will drive crazy.
But the Musketeers are not concerned,
We advised the old Dumas.

Friendship - a clock,
Though the fire, though the harvest.
This feeling is not rationally.
Dress - come!
 
And give us the Lord to live, my friends,
Without a revolution and without war.
And to a life with slides and wells
Each other, we were always correct.

Friendship - a clock,
Though the fire, though the harvest.
This feeling is not rationally.
Dress - come!