Старые друзья [Starye druz'ya] [English translation]

Alas, the constancy is not high appreciated now,

Alas, the price of promises is low.

The wind carries us apart over this Earth,

And there's no time for goodbyes.

Without saying goodbye, people leave this life,

Without saying goodbye, people become big bosses,

Only in childhood we've met our old friends,

And we won't have the new old friends.

Let they justify us one thousand times,

And we will justify ourselves for sure,

But we have less and less old friends,

And new friends can't replace them.

And how it happened and who is to blame,

It's a dirty game of someone.

We said goodbye one thousand years ago

And believed that it was only till the morning.

Let the day pass without worries about the past,

And in the evening of this day

I'll gather you all at one table,

Beside one fire.

All my problems I'll solve with them

Those I haven't solved without them,

And then I'll ask for forgiveness

My old friends.

And our fire never went out

And no matter that it's small,

There are not so much us in the world

So it will be unsufficient for us.