Текст песни Darom Dabro - ХМАО

Cold, porches, songs with a guitar
I remember the guys were different, the city was not old,
In both ends for half an hour strictly and clearly
There were low skies and you need to fight for everything
There is little sun, a lot of snow
It was there that I gathered, there I found my ego
All their own, and few of those who had their own in deed,
We loved what was, and all weeks went by
Kept it together, they knew that the rams would not be honest
Czechs, Azerbaijan, Dagi - generally fun!
Either in the pack, or stand up and prepare for pressure
Lobby with both hands do not let them climb through here!
Remember that evening comes early
Guys with a cold heart do not run - straight straight!
All the past in these pages
I tried to forget everything, but again this is a dream!

I remember the evening of cold March
With the smell of a winter park
Russian guys in three, the crowd - welding,
There will be a trail, the light giving us stars
When the last one fell - dad in sweat, mom in tears,
The evening hid people, clouds are stretching over the city
If you gave up the slack, the backyard will teach you,
For the brother crowd, but the brother himself will throw the heat
Everything will not be solved by itself, if the flame is to be a fire
Dreamed of looking at the world in the evening bazaars
In the old entrances, where the eyes are watering from Kumara
I remember everyone: Misha, Andryukha, you boil on someone else's hut,
In the summer of 2006 scattered around the map
Our memory that feed our calls from childhood
Yes, bro, how are you there? I'm exactly the boys from the heart!
Huge salute to all ours, more light in the windows!
Don Dubro, Khanty Mansiysk Okrug!