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I met you on the road

Fate entered your life.

By chance, as many see,

I found the ideal in you.

And we walked through life

Search your path.

And having passed through life,

Weed could not trample.

He climbed and pricked our feet.

Stir on the path to go.

And stones, like evil rapids,

We got in our way.

And now your twenty-eight

You decided to forget me.

To go straight,

In the course of life to sail.

What if the wind was blowing, so in the back?

And if the blizzard is swept,

Then hide in a warm valley,

Where the green carpet lay.

I won’t reproach you

My friend, is my love.

But hearts are deeply wounded,

It is better to get a wound in battle.