Текст песни Дорогой Дневник - О, Друг

From the earliest years,
Light through the branches
In the morning the tree sends me greetings.

Will become mud
memories,
Like the branches that are now on the ground.

But now

You are no longer here.

But there is one
Who don't count friends
And he will leave summer as a shadow on the wall.
It got in the way
Him to be callous,
After all, summer was important only to me.

After all, it was only important to me

How did it happen
That got out of the way
And your old friend got into trouble?
You will always come to the rescue
After all, he needs you so much
But the window is empty.
Sing