***
I remember you, barefoot boy
Elbows, knees knocked down on the asphalt,
I remember in school, among the break,
Zvonko voice sounded thin alt.
As the field ran out of the house,
Fish caught in the river running,
As straw stuck in her hair,
Crumb-y cunning eyes in the corner.
My brother, I'll congratulate you,
And Birthday tell without difficulty,
I told you happiness, health, wish,
Quickly drop everything and mchis same here.
River waiting for you, straw, and mom,
And on the pavement waiting for all the recesses,
You're for all of us, always the most-most,
Only now obstinately years running.
***
Should a horse on the box,
She wants back to childhood,
The glass stubbornly fighting gnats,
And my brother growing up,
He now Birthday,
With friends he umchitsya club,
All day gifts, congratulations
Sms and send it.
Now with me not to play,
I forgot horse here at the window,
With the girl if spree?
And that is why I am sad.
But I congratulate him:
- Be happy, dear, good brother!
I send his horse to sleep,
Sorry, childhood is no turning back.
***
I wish you, my brother, to you
As a knight glorious living,
To the servant faithfully served,
And the enemy loved you.
And I did not like, so respected,
Afraid firmly understood
What's the best friend you become,
The long enmity.
In Friends will let you
Not someone who talks a lot,
And whoever of you will die,
The large fire burned.
I wish to be honest with others
And getting in return:
A great friendship, and love,
Without a drop of lies and without change.
***
If you do not have a brother,
something no one to share the sweets,
Not for someone to take the rap
and for someone to wear shoes.
But!
If you do not have a brother,
then there is nobody to share the sorrow,
And do not rely on anyone,
and even gifts to give.
So -
I am the most happy in the world -
brother, there you have me,
We grew and matured together we,
We have always been friends.
I believe,
What will be the fate favorable to you,
my brother home,
And on the day of your wish today
so ever you were young.
You so loved the girls,
there is always so lucky -
For this (I pour vodka!)
I drink, my brother. For you!
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