The start for luck

Край Неба
My friend is going to marry.

 I'm going to die alone.

He says very often "be happy!".

 I'm happy,i go on.

 He loves me much more than i do,

that's why we were both alone.

No doubt, the Sun's ray will reach us,

one day everybody will laugh.

I'm waiting,i'm watching,pleeding

 to have endless joy and good luck.

And aged ice's been broking slowly

-ur marrige's the perfect start!