Лорд Ганелон - Друг мой
текст песни

Bar from the sixth and fourth Lada ...

My friend do not go out of the house
On the street, cold, cold on the street.
Can you hear me? You are waiting for a house lunch
Wrap your feet into your warm plaid.

My friend do not come out of the house.
Hear me, you are all unfamiliar there.
Stay at home and you will be dressed
Washed, fed, trimmed and no

Reasons to get out of the street into the cold
You are not waiting for adventures - only dead hunger
And friend your scalin which is at lunch
Called and asks to bear the plaid

After all, he is a moron, went to the street in the cold
Under the oppression of the father and classmates Oli
And Olya really loves to walk
She fun to freeze and play snowballs

So tell my friend to go to your house,
Let go throwing classmate
You are not like everyone, you are a million
All over the world, only cyclone is terrible

My friend do not go out of the house
On the street, cold, cold on the street.
Can you hear me? You are waiting for a house lunch
Wrap your feet into your warm plaid.

And we go, on the way home
In a straight line, and only drifts bypass
We dream that coffee, blanket, omelette
Gently wrap up warm in our delusions.

my friend without leaving home
On the street cold, the cold street.
Can you hear me? Lunch is waiting for you at home
Wraps his feet in a warm blanket.