On a visit at the friend

I went down the street, stirring with the friend,
And again I called on it,
I on a threshold am met by his mother,
At once will smile and will see off me,
In the house which stands behind the road.
I this know the house, for sure,
Each corner in it is familiar to me,
I don't want to miss, being on a visit.
I will leave the house, I will help with a kitchen garden,
Having been tired, back into the house I will come and I will sit down,
The friend to see opportunity to appear.
Having well eaten, I sit on a sofa
Also I see how my friend has a rest,
It lies on the left side and looks forward,
I too look somewhere aside,
And here the eyes I see,
As my friend looks me fool in the face,
He will smile and on a back will lay down,
Suddenly will laugh, and to me becomes more cheerful.
I started laughing, I lay down near the friend,
Together we cheerfully on a sofa lie,
Each time lightens mood to me the friend.
Very much I like to lie on a sofa,
Knowing that near you now,
There is your best and only friend.