[Intro]
Hey, bro, from Western Siberia,
Where the wind knows our names.
Khanty‑Mansiysk, Yugra — we’re in this world,
We hold our own while the country is roaring.
[Verse 1]
Viking, don’t worry — everything will be in place,
Your song is already on our playlist.
We’ve been gathering roads like old gossip,
And we left each verse in fate.
Yura, this song is right for you.,
For laughing until dawn, for loyalty in trouble.
Let the kilometers draw curves,
Their own remain their own, relatives.
There's snow on the platforms, lanterns by the river,
There are big plans here, but the steps are not easy.
We are learning to live without losing face.,
And we hold each other from beginning to end.
[Chorus]
Hi, bro, from KhMAO — Yugra,
Here, the heart doesn’t ask for someone else’s fire.
Viking, don’t worry, Yura, hold on,
Our songs are playing — that means everything has worked out.
Hi, bro, from KhMAO — Yugra,
Let the snow cover the tracks outside the window.
There’s enough room in our playlist for everyone,
We raise our voices and keep the tempo for our friends.
[Verse 2]
It doesn’t matter where the route wakes up in the morning,
Its numbers will never be erased.
Let time hurry, let the city not sleep,
Our common motif keeps us through the years.
Viking, your character is like a northern forest,
Calm on the outside, interesting on the inside.
Yura, your chorus dispels the melancholy,
And even silence sounds in the ear.
We don’t promise that it will be easy.
But walking side by side is our blessing.
A greeting flies away from Ugra into the distance,
And February remains in every line.
[Bridge]
If the roads scatter us across the cities,
I’ll still give this voice:
For my brother, for my friend, for our common route,
For those who will never betray their own.
[Chorus]
Hello, bro, from KhMAO — Ugra,
Here the heart doesn’t ask for someone else’s fire.
Viking, don’t worry, Yura, hold on,
Our songs are playing — that means everything worked out.
Hi, bro, from KhMAO — Yugra,
Let the snow cover the tracks outside the window.
There’s enough room in our playlist for everyone,
We raise our voices and our tempo for our friends.
[Outro]
Viking, don’t worry.
Yura, this is for you.
Western Siberia — on the line.
Friends are for life.
