My Friend

I

My friend, you were like my darling sis,
You don't miss me at all. But I miss.
My words are maybe primitive,
But my soul is unlimited.

I'm ready to throw my pride away
And say that you are in my skull and brain.
You can’t understand it now. You are wrong.
So let me move on to singing this song.

Chorus:

I'm singing here about the loss of you
'Cause it's the only thing that I can do.
I can't stand your strange actions. They are tight.
Who knows what's hidden in your being quiet?

I'm singing here about the tears of mine
'Cause only melodies make me feel fine.
I can't stand my dolour, I'm mournful, but
Who knows what is behind the door? It's shut.

II

Oh, how can I say RIP to our friendship and joy?
Only with the epitaph. It's my song.
I guess you can say LOL, as if I'm your toy.
I’m sure you will be absolutely wrong.

You'll regret it but it will be too late.
You'll remember our fun - it was really great.
You'll be doing your best to return me, but
I'll say to you: "Don't look into my hut."

Chorus:

I'm singing here about the loss of you
'Cause it's the only thing that I can do.
I can't stand your strange actions. They are tight.
Who knows what's hidden in your being quiet?

I'm singing here about the tears of mine
'Cause only melodies make me feel fine.
I can't stand my dolour, I'm mournful, but
Who knows what is behind the door? It's shut.


III

I need a lot of time to endure
All the wounds I need to cure...
I have no elation.
But thank you for my inspiration.

Chorus:

I'm singing here about the loss of you
'Cause it's the only thing that I can do.
I can't stand your strange actions. They are tight.
Who knows what's hidden in your being quiet?

I'm singing here about the tears of mine
'Cause only melodies make me feel fine.
I can't stand my dolour, I'm mournful, but
Who knows what is behind the door? It's shut.

I can't stand my dolour, I'm mournful, but
Who knows what is behind the door? It's shut.