أصدقاء

My Friend,
Colours of green light up your white nights,
Fragrances of burning Cedar emanate from your soul,
Divided life is between Continents=2,
Red, blue, white stars claim your origin,
What shall you be?
What shall you be?
My Friend.

My Friend,
If knowledge ties bonds,
We shall tie the hardest,
If love creates lights,
We shall be the brightest lighthouses in the abyss.
My Friend.

My Friend,
We ride together these years,
These years of fire and steel,
Years not of innocence,
Not of filth, Not of blood
Not of riches, Not of power
Years filled with love potions we deny to admit
Years filled with deadly potions that we shall drink in the name of love
My Friend,
We explored Emotions
Promotions of Vodka, Distillations of Dreams
Promotions of Dreams, Distillations of Vodkas
My friend.

My Friend,
White and Dark spirits flow rivers through our nights
Flashes of cameras arrest our moments in eternity
Dim club lights and Bright days' sun
Presentations in the day, Presentations in the night
Cranky professors burn our days
Sweating bodies call us to a new torture
My Friend.

My Friend,
Who gave you the best present?
Was it today or maybe it came early?
Was it a man or a woman?
Was friend or foe?
My Friend,
What shall you remember?
What shall you remember?
My friend.