Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Союз друзей

Raised the sword to our union
worthy of the worst punishment.
And I for his life then
I will not give the most broken guitar.
How the century longs for
grope for a gap in our chain.
Let's join hands, friends,
let's join hands, friends,
so as not to disappear one by one.

Among completely alien feasts
and too unreliable truths
without waiting for praise,
we will clean our white feathers.
While our mad sultan
promises us the way to the prison,
let's join hands, friends,
let's join hands, friends,
let's join hands, by God.

When will the hour of carve-up come,
a rye roll will not beckon us,
and paradise will not come for us,
but Ophelia will remember us all.
Until the time has come
we go little by little
let's join hands, friends,
let's join hands, friends,
let's join hands, by God.

1967