In memory of A. Monin, Kruiz band

I miss you man
And there’s no other place to meet you there
And there’s no any rhyme to turn my pain that comes again.
I heard you name in morning news, you were among these lucky guys who reached the shore of Holy Land

With every breath
I followed all your steps excluding last
Your brief good bye by phone- I never thought it happened fast.
You couldn’t give it one more try, to feed for a while this useful lie
Becomes a fading past

I miss you, friend
One more day in sorrow, you left me some more time to borrow
For drifting pain that comes with tears, for me to pray for years
For lonely whisper in the dark, to feel that we are still the one

I miss you, friend
What a crazy life, you got to struggle till you die
But nothing comes at proper time; you have to leave some things undone
I know sometime I’ll shake your hand, the day we are alive again

I miss you, friend
I miss you man
I pray for you
Up to the end

I miss you, friend