We have in the area of Moldavanka
Street ordinary friends
Old courtyards sweeping wipers
So that my street shines.
Chorus:
Ah, what? Where?
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya street is mine
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya, my street.
Here decent people live.
None of them smoke or drink (compote)
If you do not believe, go and check
But what a fool would go there.
Chorus:
Ah, what? Where?
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya street is mine
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya, my street.
Once upon a time there lived Vitka Donut,
His wall was called in those years (and for good reason)
And if you do not believe, go and check
Myasoedovskaya number 22
Chorus:
Ah, what? Where?
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya street is mine
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya, my street.
I remember how Lena Utesov roamed here
He sang his own song (and mine) to the guitar
And when he created jazz, he performed the first time
A song about my street.
Chorus:
Ah, what? Where?
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya street is mine
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya, my street.
We have a hospital on the street (there is),
All her Jewish name is (and not in vain),
I wish you friends never to be there
Let your enemies go there (and those are sorry for XD)
Chorus:
Ah, what? Where?
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya street is mine
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya, my street.
Well, let’s say they give you an apartment
With a wonderful view of the Moscow River.
I agree to the exchange, but please take into account the moment,
Only with the street I leave.
Chorus:
Ah, what? Where?
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya street is mine
Street, street, native street
Myasoedovskaya, my street.