Текст песни Правда... - Иногда твоя любовь мне была дороже хлеба...

Thanks for everything , good friend ,
For what were you really a friend,
Over the meadow grasses in honey ,
For a month a thin over the meadow .

For that The village in the river ,
Where I was going , forgetting about fatigue,
For the feeling has become a string
For strings , caused a feeling

For the fact that I love your
Sometimes needed bread ,
For the fact that I invented
You as you are.