Faithful friend - here is the saddle,
|
On the road, together.
|
Faithful friend - that's the oar,
|
On the way, on the way.
|
The bullet sang, what does it matter to her -
|
This is the end of the song.
|
It looks like a friend got to that fun ball
|
Where steel dances, lead sings.
|
Our souls to seas and land
|
Object in the hours of separation.
|
This, they say, of course, audacity,
|
But do not tea the soul in each other,
|
And so, and so,
|
And so - go ahead!
|
Faithful friend - here is the saddle,
|
On the road, together.
|
Faithful friend - that's the oar,
|
On the way, on the way.
|
Good genius from adventure
|
When did you save your youth?
|
At any time, the duel is always one, -
|
Or nobility, or vice.
|
Little is our experience. |
But a vile stomp
|
We distinguish from a fair race.
|
With a fresh look, maybe we'll cut it off
|
Dirt from the truth and lies from a fairy tale.
|
And so, and so,
|
And so - go ahead!
|
Faithful friend - here is the saddle,
|
On the road, together.
|
Faithful friend - that's the oar,
|
On the way, on the way. |