I met a true friend
I met a true friend.
I met a true friend.
cute,
Two years old,
White in color,
with a black spot,
He immediately became my best friend,
I called him "dog..."
And together with him we walked,
Long distances,
Nights and days,
In winds and rains,
And they slept together in the same bed,
We ate, we drank, and we ran from the police...
Every day, I would buy him
At the Pastrami supermarket...
Reality Reality
And imagination, wants to love,
And we carried on...
I see him in a dream,
He promised the memory,
The owners who are important to him
Most in life....
Not the goddess, with the house of the line,
With the dog, and the preserves,
But the one who gave him,
Half of what he has.
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