At the crossroads of the road of cold days
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I don't count for a long time how many friends I had.
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We were scattered by fate without borders
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Someone up, and someone without sparing throwing down
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And at the rich table it was always crowded
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And from fun the hand became more generous.
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Only by stumbling and losing everything,
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You see who next to you shared this path.
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And friendship is not a word
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And a friend is not the one who drinks with you.
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Will not let you fall from the horse's saddle
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Only the one who did not change the breed.
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And friendship is not a game.
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Do not compete in the cards of life.
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The hour will come when fate
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It will show you all the errors
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Don't forget what a friend did for you
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And without guilt on enemies, do not sharpen a sharp tooth
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The enemy, even in trouble, can boldly lend a shoulder
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Where friends could not become his support
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You go without looking back along the steep roads,
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And they will walk right behind their backs for no reason
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Those in whom true pure blood flows
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Who lives according to the laws of our wise fathers
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And friendship is not a word
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And a friend is not the one who drinks with you.
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Will not let you fall from the horse's saddle
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Only the one who did not change the breed.
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And friendship is not a game.
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Do not compete in the cards of life.
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The hour will come when fate
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It will show you all the errors |