Remember, when I wounded you
When I crossed the line again
You're the only one in the world
Who forgives my stubbornness
We have the same road to walk together
And the air in our chests is the same
And no mountain is too high
Or the last
If bad luck hinders, if there is a branch on the road,
You have my luck, I have yours
When summer is over, there is spring again
We don't even have winters
If I, if I have to go alone
Without my army
Like a lost infantryman
You're my blackboard and I'm your white chalk
I - a forest stream to your wells
To each other we are like satellites of luck
Which circulates next to you, never getting tired
If bad luck hinders, if there is a branch on the road,
You have my luck, I have yours
When summer is over, there is spring again
We don't even have winters
If I, if I have to go alone
Without my army
Like a lost infantryman
We have the same road to walk together
And the air in our chests is the same
And no mountain is too high
Or the last