Friends I do not really want to have.
You hit me, even one.
But ready to go with me through Ada.
And tears and joy
with me to divide.
I want a friend to cry,
when my wound bleeds.
A friend for whom I mean everything.
Who in life
next to me to go.
You once told me if you stepped on a curve,
if you fall into the cruel abyss of darkness,
I will make you happy again.
Know, you have a friend,
who is waiting for you?
Cal in the face when you splash
and the wound has broken your heart,
heavy clouds, when overcast,
you will feel yourself
two strong hands.
Next to me, when no one else,
with the mark even of sloping wings.
You stitch the bleeding wound with love.
Life returns you
to my soul.
And if you call me, even without words,
no questions "why" and "if", and "whether"
with a body, I will stop and flying corners,
I will do so,
that it stops hurting.
Lost, blind in life I walked.
And I can not say if I lived.
But after so many storms I understood ...
Without you my friend,
I do not feel whole.
Goodbye and Kisses ...