Lyrics GDR - begi

Run, my friend, run.
Run, friend without looking back
Unbearably the days are long,
And the nights are short
Run, my friend, run.
Do not give up hope,
That somewhere, on the edge of the earth
You will be the same again
Everything starts
At first
Turning over
Page
With warm plates
berths
Tear off a white bird
Run, my friend, run.
Run before it's too late
You see the clouds gathered,
That's about to close the stars
Do not remember me,
Do not think about the past
And with every step repeat
Tomorrow will be better
Everything starts
At first
Turning over
Page
With warm plates
berths
Tear off a white bird