Darom Dabro - ХМАО
текст песни

Cold, entrances, songs for the guitar
I remember the boys were others, the city was not old,
In both ends in half an hour strictly and clear
There were low heavens and you need to fight for everything
There is little sun, a lot of snow
It was there that I am assembled, there I found my ego
All of their own, but few of those who were in practice,
They loved what happened, but everyone went past weeks
Kept together, knew that the Rams would not be honest
Czechs, Azerbaijan, Dagi - generally fun!
Either in the pack, or get up and prepare for pressure
Lobai with both hands do not let them crawl here!
Remember that the evening comes early
Boys with a cold heart do not run - a rod straight!
All the past in these pages
I tried to forget everything, but again it dreams!

I remember the evening of the cold March
With the smell of a winter park
Russian guys in three, on the crowd - tea leaves,
There will remain a trace, the light gives us the stars
When the last one fell - dad in sweat, mom in tears,
The evening hid people, clouds stretch over the city
If you gave slack, the back yard will teach you,
For his brother in a crowd, but the brother will throw the heat himself
Everything will not be solved by itself if the flame is a fire
Dreamed to look at the world in evening bazaars
In the old porches, where the eyes are watery from Kumar
I remember everyone: Misha, Andryukha, boil on someone's hut,
In the summer of 2006 it scattered on the map
Our memory that our calls have been feeding since childhood
Yes, brother, how are you there? I am exactly, boys from the heart!
Huge salute to all of ours, more light in the windows!
For nothing Dabro, Khanty Mansi District!