Lyrics Валентин Куба - Мясоедовская улица моя

We have in the area of ​​Moldavanka
The street is great, friends.
Old courtyards
They sweep the wipers,
So that my street shines.

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Street, street, native street,
Myasoedovskaya Street is mine.
Street, street, native street,
My Disaders’s dear.

Decent people live there,
Nobody steals or drinks there.
If you do not believe, go and check,
Well, what kind of fool will go there?

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There is a hospital on this street,
Everyone is called her Jewish.
I wish you, friends,
Never to be there-
Let our enemies go there.

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There were years, Lenya wandered here,
He sang his song under the guitar.
(x2)
And when he created jazz,
Then performed the first time
A song about my street.

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Of course, everyone knows about Japanchik,
Although he did not live on Myasoedovskaya.
The past has gone long ago
Together with the old world, but
And he walked along this street.

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If they told me:
"Give you an apartment
Or, frankly, a whole house. "
I would have such a nightingale
I never listened -
I'm in love with my native street.

Chorus x2