If your friend appeared to be Neither friend nor enemy And you donít know Is he good or bad Take a risk take the guy uphills Never let him to be alone Let him always be roped to you You will see what he is If uphill he is no good Gets off colour and rushes back Step on ice and looks not so nice Makes a wrong step and cries Heís an alien man to you Donít reprove him this is no use Such people donít go uphills And nobody sings about them If he didnít whimper or whine Gloomy, sullen but moved uphills And the moment you fell from hills He was groaning and holding the rope If he attacked the hill with you Stood at the top light headed Then as you rely on yourself You can rely on him.
© Alex Sokolov. Translation, 2011