So, our paths had suddenly diverged again: In two directions, we leave untimely. I feel sad when someone goes away Abruptly, abruptly. The friend is gone - not many people Will miss him in the end. I can’t speak for the rest, but I trust deeply, Trust every friend. But today misfortune follows me, The blizzard ruins all tracks and spirits. Everything is bad as it could be - Each minute, each minute. The friend is gone - not many people Will miss him in the end. I can’t speak for the rest, but I trust deeply, Trust every friend. When my friend returns to me at last, He’ll say: "How stupid, let’s stop our quarrel." With a smile, we’ll look back at the past: It’s over, it’s over. The friend is gone - not many people Will miss him in the end. I can’t speak for the rest, but I trust deeply, Trust every friend.
© Kirill Tolmachev. Translation, 2024