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Go now, my friend,
and please say hi
to my loved one.
It's the end of my trip.
I'm tired and I'll stop here
'cause I want peace.
At the end of every story you have beautiful dreams,
imaginative stories 'bout money, good memories.
I break the walls in my head, look the life from the side,
watch the old friends who get broken like twigs.
Sometimes I'm afraid of
listening to those stories, they ain't my business,
but I was supposed to listen
at least one being,
my best friend who was screaming:
"Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!"
Stop talking
about these trips when you're high.
Yes, pills make you feel great,
but that's just another step below,
'cause the day is approaching...
When is it going to become unbearable
and stop making you feel awesome?
I can already see the ambulance coming
and you have the needle in your hand.
Your momma had a nervous breakdown
and she was taken to hospital.
And on your funeral your dad yelled at me
'cause I wasn't watching you.
I realized that
when I put your photo in my pocket.
Now I'm looking at it...
And I remember when we used to drink
and smoke pot for the first time
and say: "Fuck the Chemistry!"
You were supposed to be my best man,
we were two heads and one mind.
Before, I had bigger influence on you,
and now I'm passing through the past times,
looking where we fell.
But this chapter
is missing in our story.
Before, we were in love with new albums,
and then you fell in love with the pills.
And you used to take Tramadols at your cousin's
and you were calling me non stop
to join you at the rave party.
How can I help another guy
if I take this trip too?
I have never really liked to play the leader,
but maybe I had to do it
in your case.
I noticed that you looked at me different.
You didn't joke like before any more,
but you never told me anything.
Maybe you were
calling me for help that way,
but I didn't know that.
If only you could give me one sign!
And later I realized
why did you sell that jacket.
You owed your dealer
and he never forgave you.
Now I know that you just made up all these stories about taking off.
I used to trust you before, but later you just lied to me.
We used to be inseparable,
later you rolled with everyone
whenever you had some cash.
You and your fake friends
spent all the money on drugs.
You said they were real friends,
but everyone could see
it's just their interest.
"C'mon, Frenkie, borrow me some cash,
come to see me later,
and I swear,
I'll return you everything
tomorrow at the latest."
I had to know it,
but I couldn't believe it.
Now I feel guilty,
I can't make up with myself
and live with that loss.
If I only told your parents
that you stabbed that taxi driver over some small change.
And when you stole your momma's jewellery,
I realized you're way too deep in this shit.
I remember all the crazy stuff,
how we rolled together and your advices about chicks.
And your younger brother looks just like you.
Sometimes when I see him, I call him your name.
But I'm not afraid for him,
he won't follow your way.
Every day he runs to the training,
He could get far with that.
He'll be a real womanizer
how we always used to say.
We had to fight for the girls,
and they approach to him by themselves.
And they're not bitches like ours,
they are true ladies.
And whenever I see him, I hug him like I did with you.
Your momma ain't the same any more.
Your room is still clean, she doesn't let anyone touch anything.
And she always ask if I kept one of your old T-shirts.
Because everything has to be clean and ready for you.
I always creep when I sit in a room with her.
And your brother hugs her every day,
and she talks to you like you are there with her.
And she always says: "Frenkie, return the T-shirt,
don't forget about it!"
Your dad feels better,
but he suffered a lot, too.
But he is healthy now,
he recovered a lot,
He often calls, asks if I need money,
Teases me about my baggy pants,
acts like he's a rapper
You know, man, how he always used to joke with us,
but the smile on his face ain't the same anymore.
I miss you, brother,
some people can't get
why the pain lasts so much
and why I don't live anymore.
I can't, man!
It's like you ripped off my leg.
A part of me died with you,
and another one is dying too.
I've dedicated hundreds of concerts to you
and I hope that I have changed and become smarter
at least for a little bit.
I never knew that drugs
could steal my friend.
I know, I can't return time now and start from the beginning,
but whenever I lie down to sleep, I always see you.
At the end of every story you have beautiful dreams,
imaginative stories 'bout money, good memories.
I break the walls in my head, look the life from the side,
watch the old friends who get broken like twigs.
Sometimes I'm afraid...
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