Lyrics Евгений Евтушенко - Старый друг
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Мне снится старый друг,
который стал врагом,
но снится не врагом,
а тем же самым другом.
Со мною нет его,
но он теперь кругом,
и голова идет
от сновидений кругом.
Мне снится старый друг,
крик-исповедь у стен
на лестнице такой,
где черт сломает ногу,
и ненависть его,
но не ко мне, а к тем,
кто были нам враги
и будут, слава Богу.
Мне снится старый друг,
как первая любовь,
которая вовек
уже невозвратима.
Мы ставили на риск,
мы ставили на бой,
и мы теперь враги —
два бывших побратима.
Мне снится старый друг,
как снится плеск знамен
солдатам, что войну
закончили убого.
Я без него — не я,
он без меня — не он,
и если мы враги,
уже не та эпоха.
Мне снится старый друг.
Он, как и я, дурак.
Кто прав, кто виноват,
я выяснять не стану.
Что новые друзья?
Уж лучше старый враг.
Враг может новым быть,
а друг — он только старый...
I dream of an old friend,
who became an enemy,
but does not dream of an enemy,
but by the same friend.
With me there is no it,
but he is now all around,
and my head goes
from dreams around.
I dream of an old friend,
screaming confession at the walls
on the stairs such,
where the devil breaks his leg,
and his hatred,
but not to me, but to those,
who were our enemies
and will, thank God.
I dream of an old friend,
as the first love,
which is forever
already irretrievable.
We put at risk,
we put on the fight,
and we are now enemies -
two former twinned.
I dream of an old friend,
how to dream the splash of banners
soldiers that war
finished poorly.
I without him - not me,
he without me is not he,
and if we are enemies,
is not the era.
I'm dreaming of an old friend.
He, like me, is a fool.
Who is right, who is to blame,
I will not find out.
What new friends?
It is better than the old enemy.
The enemy may be new,
but a friend - he's just old ...
who became an enemy,
but does not dream of an enemy,
but by the same friend.
With me there is no it,
but he is now all around,
and my head goes
from dreams around.
I dream of an old friend,
screaming confession at the walls
on the stairs such,
where the devil breaks his leg,
and his hatred,
but not to me, but to those,
who were our enemies
and will, thank God.
I dream of an old friend,
as the first love,
which is forever
already irretrievable.
We put at risk,
we put on the fight,
and we are now enemies -
two former twinned.
I dream of an old friend,
how to dream the splash of banners
soldiers that war
finished poorly.
I without him - not me,
he without me is not he,
and if we are enemies,
is not the era.
I'm dreaming of an old friend.
He, like me, is a fool.
Who is right, who is to blame,
I will not find out.
What new friends?
It is better than the old enemy.
The enemy may be new,
but a friend - he's just old ...