Текст песни Максим Леонидов - На проспекте Обуховской Обороны

Avenue Obukhov Defense,
Where are always just right turns,
Where Neva not sewn into the granite box
There I lived seven years and the present.
Avenue Obukhov Defense
So tasty was "navy" pasta
And the road from the school ran to the house
Through mountains, ravines and windbreaks.

Chorus:
There was no "yesterday" and was not "tomorrow"
Only the blue sky but the green grass,
And you no religion, no state,
Only the sun trembling on the surface of the Neva mother.

Avenue Obukhov Defense
Once I hit a slingshot crow
And then I bandaged her wing in the basement,
Only his heart almost healed.
Avenue Obukhov Defense
Our unit did not believe in the war ammunition
How many times have I languished in captivity at Fritz
And, laughing died, to be reborn.

Chorus.

Avenue Obukhov Defense,
where forever I not an outsider,
Where Neva not sewn into the granite box
I always seven years and the present.
And when I will have to put a full stop
For a moment, I'll just delay,
Lay goodbye turn tricky
Over the prospectus Obukhov Defense.

Chorus.