Текст песни М. Леонидов - На проспекте Обуховской обороны

Was not there yesterday
And there was no tomorrow
Blue sky only
Yes green grass
And no religion to you
No state
Only the sun trembles on the surface of mother Neva
Neva Moms
Neva Moms

On Obukhov Defense Avenue
Where there is always just right turns
Where Neva is not sewn into a granite box
There I lived a seven year old and a real
On Obukhov Defense Avenue
So delicious were naval pasta
And the road from school lay to the house through the mountains
Gullies and windbreaks

Was not there yesterday
And there was no tomorrow
Blue sky only
Yes green grass
And no religion to you
No state
Only the sun trembles on the surface of mother Neva
Neva Moms
Neva Moms

On Obukhov Defense Avenue
Once I shot a crow out of a slingshot
And then bandaged her wing in the basement
Only his heart healed hardly
On Obukhov Defense Avenue
Our squad didn’t count bullets in the war
How many times have I languished in captivity
The Fritz and laughing perished to be born again

Was not there yesterday
And there was no tomorrow
Blue sky only
Yes green grass
And no religion to you
No state
Only the sun trembles on the surface of mother Neva
Neva Moms
Neva Moms

On Obukhov Defense Avenue
Where forever and ever i'm not an outsider
Where Neva is not sewn into a granite box
I'm always seven years old and real
And when I have to put an end
For a minute of everything, I'll take a respite
Lay goodbye to a tricky turn
Above Obukhov Defense Avenue

Was not there yesterday
And there was no tomorrow
Blue sky only
Yes green grass
And no religion to you
No state
Only the sun trembles on the surface of the mother Neva ...