‘Tis no secret, amigos don’t grow on branches
You can’t offer for sale or purchase some friends
And that’s why as I frolic my hand sprightly clenches
Um fantastico gramophone, ole!
To the tune of loud howling
The noise of heavy growling
A merry fix of babbling
Is born for world to see
A not-so-tiny mystery
For not so big a company
For a rather modest company
A huge per-ple-xi-ty!
‘Tis no secret that friends equal honor
They mean honor, integrity, summa cum laude.
Ah but rapiered chivalry’s time is a goner,
Fire-eating magicians can’t swallow a sword.
‘Tis no secret, amigos cannot be tied down
There are no chains that can hold down friends
One can’t bribe them with treats to abandon the frown
At the thought of in boredom finding bliss.
‘Tis no secret – amigos adore fluffy clouds,
Flying on wings or without the same,
But hightail the heights if they see us in trouble,
To our rescue they soar through water or flame.
Russian: Большой Секрет Для Маленькой Компании
Юна Мориц / Yuna Morits
