Нет новостей [Net novostey] [English translation]

The dirty ceiling won't be able to give me an answer,

Did I do the right thing on that distant day,

When no one could, understand how

Suddenly two best friends ceased to exist.

Didn't manage to grow up. Cars, money. It started fast.

Suddenly someone became bigger and could afford more things.

Between parties, drunk bodies, I looked at my friend for the last time...

On the day, when I stopped understanding you.

If we could've known everything in advance,

We wouldn't block each others paths.

We would be wise, would be kinder -

We would avoid trouble instantly.

If we could've known everything in advance,

We wouldn't be dividing: between yours and mine.

There would be no "*uck, bro, I'm sorry"

We wouldn't know those mistakes and absurdities.

After all there are no news, no news.

Come over if you need to, and call if you need to.

I heard you moved to another district,

But come over if you need to, and call if you need to.

But me and you could've still been friends.

Since we spent our entire lives together.

Bicycles, firecrackers, garages, fences...

Football, stickers, roller blades, computers...

Right now we would be spending the weekend,

Going to barbecues with out families.

We would be sharing a lot of news between us,

Only if we didn't become strangers forever.

Only if there was at least one conversation...

A few much needed phrases said at the right time...

But if the person is no longer the same,

Should you tolerate? Should you forgive?

And pride took us a little too far,

That I didn't try to clear anything up.

On the day, when I learned one thing for myself,

That it is impossible not to respect a friend.

There are no news, no news...

Come over if you need to, and call if you need to.

I heard you moved to another district, -

Come over if you need to, and call if you need to.

Come over if you need to, and call if you need to.

Come over if you need to, and call if you need to.