Verse 1

Oleg Ivanov, a friend you can trust,

Keeps old treasures from turning to dust.

Fishing rods by the door, hockey skates in a row,

Every story has somewhere to go.

Pre-Chorus

When the weekend rolls in, hear the front gate swing,

One by one, all his good friends bring

A laugh, a tale, a coat for the cold—

There's always room around Oleg's table.

Chorus

Oleg, gather us in,

Let the long night begin.

Friends come near from every road,

There's a place for all at Oleg's home.

Raise a glass to the days we've known,

To the old and the new, to the seeds we've sown.

Oleg, wherever we roam,