Let's be whispered, the friend,
About our maiden dreams,
We will drink a tea with vanilla drying,
We will talk about trifles.
We are familiar with you so long ago!
So many spring were carried away.
I at you – as though houses.
You at me – the welcome guest.
We with you learned many troubles
Also were undeceived in words,
But never betrayed
Each other in any affairs.
Let men gossip sharply,
That there is no female friendship and isn't present –
And we, mysteriously and simply,
Only we will smile to them in reply.
As it is healthy, the friend,
That there is to whom everything to tell,
But not to cry in a pillow
And it isn't helpless to suffer.
To us not to live without this friendship,
And it is known by us together.
Let's meet, the friend,
Also we will chat about everything!
