Текст песни ВЬЮНОВЪ - К СЛОВУ О БЛИЗКОМ

And once again he scored a wild bit of my Bosko,
In memory of my vanished it is like deja vu.
By the end of April the matter, brother drive off.
There is nothing to be done about it.

From word to word sneak, probably I'm afraid.
What's ahead that close parting.
And let not fix anything.
But just the memory forever in my mind.

Are you a child, along with the court.
And the crust of white bread was the best of all the food.
That was not a problem, tell me as well.
As Diana you accidentally tripped while.

Of the three of us feeling trampled each.
In my dreams with loved a lot of things longed for.
And if you fall, you do not become carrion.
When asked for help is not handed back.

You remember brother: we are with you even in hell itself.
Always sound the charge for you.
This is our ritual and our friendship is eternal.
Always support in your affairs of the heart.