Текст песни Евгений Евтушенко - Старый друг

I dream of an old friend
who became the enemy
but dreams are not of the enemy
but by the same friend.
He is not with me,
but he's around now
and the head goes
from dreams all around.
I dream of an old friend
shouting confession at the walls
on the stairs
where the devil breaks his leg
and his hate,
but not to me, but to those
who were our enemies
and will be, thank God.
I dream of an old friend
like first love
which forever
is already irreversible.
We took the risk
we bet on the battle
and we are now enemies -
two former brothers.
I dream of an old friend
how the splash of banners is dreaming
soldiers that war
finished poorly.
I'm not me without him
he is without me - not him,
and if we are enemies
not that era.
I am dreaming of an old friend.
He, like me, is a fool.
Who is right, who is wrong
I will not find out.
What's new friends?
Better an old enemy.
The enemy may be new
and a friend is only old ...