Текст песни Андрей Макаревич и Оркестр креольского танго - Старые друзья

Alas, the permanence is now not in price,
Alas, not in the price of the promise.
We are carried by the wind on this earth -
What here goodbyes.
What here goodbyes.

   Not saying goodbye, they leave this life,
   Without saying goodbye, they go out into people ...
   Only in childhood we met old friends
   And the new old will not be
   And the new old will not be

Let us justify us a thousand times,
And we ourselves - by all means.
But we have fewer old friends
And new to them is not a substitute.
And new to them is not a substitute.

   And how it happened, and who is to blame
   Unclean someone's game -
   We said goodbye a thousand years ago,
   And they believed that until morning.

Let the day pass without worries about the past
And in the evening of this day
We will sit at the same table
At one fire.
At one fire.

   And our fire never goes out
   And let it be small - nothing!
   There are not that many of us in the world,
   So that we do not have enough of it.
   So that we do not have enough of it.

   I solve their problems with them,
   Those that did not decide without them,
   And after forgiveness I ask
   Old friends of their own
   Old friends of their own