Текст песни Игорь Прощенко - 13 Два друга, свата, земляка

Endless snow-covered hits,
Ural mountains tops to heaven.
Two friends, Pavlik and Volodya,
Get acquainted. The circle of taiga and forest.

We arrived for a year - passed half aim.
Children married, grandchildren gained.
Sorrow, grief, cataclysms
In a joint friendship carried.

Football and music freshed
Shower of young and creative supervision.
"Socialism" did not enjoy them
Freedom of the Spirit never kill.

Fly years, already sixty ...
And great-grandchildren are not far off.
They are still hooked,
Understanding each other with a half pass.

Gray heads and look radiant,
About California - Hotel Sing,
Favorite Group Izls Vocalists
Forward the words of youth.

My father - Paul, the father-in-law - Vladimir.
All friendship of kinship
Alternatively, eternal scrap
Two friends, swat, countryman.