Текст песни Darom Dabro - Это не волшебство

Oh how old my friend
Loyal to the game, thousands of days in a row.
With whom did you enter the verse circle of rhyme, shock glances?
Who did you grow up with? With whom did you experience the drama of the courtyard streets?
What are you ready to say to your eyes? The poet knocks off the pen.
Hands up! Seven cities will pump the crowd
Meet us at the end of February
In March, wait for St. Petersburg.
May it be so, my brother will stand here with his chest,
I'll come in for a beat.
Together we will become stronger. Tyumen - volley number two.
There is a rumor for my brothers.
A separate heart on the map, life is already familiar to you.
The brotherly heart beats harder, which suggests
Open your eyes, my faithful friend, until we come to your house.
A huge volume of these names will definitely leave a mark,
And whoever makes his way with dabrom here will see the light.
Give me a piece of paper, can you smell the ardor? This is the Far East.
And the secret is how deep the sprout sits in the ground.
We are not rushing to the top, lightning current through the wires, cue ball.
And you do not know the notes, everything goes like a concrete roller.
It will rock, it's like a stand-off fight where counting matters
The final round, and so ... One, two, three, let's start!