Текст песни Андрей Миронов - Друзья...

I drink to the health of
 few
 Few but true
 friends
 Friends neuklonchivo
 strict
 The temptations
 volatile days.
 I drink to the health of
 distant,
 Distant, but cute
 friends
 Friends like me
 lonely
 Amid the alien
 the hearts of their people.
 In my goblet of wine
 pour tears,
 But the sweet and clean them
 flow,
 As with scarlet black
 roses
 Woven into my
 prandial wreath.
 My cup for
 Common few
 Few but true
 friends
 Friends neuklonchivo
 strict
 The temptations
 volatile days.
 For the health of neighbors,
 distant,
 Distant, but heart
 relatives
 And in memory of friends
 lonely,
 Deceased in graves
 dumb.
 For the health of neighbors,
 distant,
 Distant, but heart
 relatives
 And in memory of friends
 lonely,
 Deceased in graves
 dumb.