Валентин Куба - Мясоедовская улица моя
текст песни

We have in the area of ​​Moldavanka
Excellent street, friends.
Old courtyards
Sweep wipers,
So that I was shining my street.

CHORUS:
Street, Street, Native Street,
My Mesatovskaya Street is mine.
Street, Street, Native Street,
Myasoyedovskaya my dear.

There live decent people
Nobody steals there and does not drink.
If you do not believe - go and check
Well, what fool go there?

CHORUS

There is a hospital on this street,
All her is a Jewish name.
I wish you friends,
Not there never -
Let our enemies go there.

CHORUS

There were years, here I wandered Lena cliffs,
Under the guitar sang his song.
(x2)
And when he created jazz,
Then fulfilled the first time
Song about the street is mine.

CHORUS

Of course, everyone knows about a Jap
Although he did not live on Myasoyedovskaya.
Past went long ago
Together with the old world, but
And he walked along this street.

CHORUS

If I was told:
"Let's give you an apartment
Or, how to say, a whole house. "
I would like such a nightingry
Never listened to ever
I'm in love with my native street.

Chorus X2.