Текст песни Е.Лыков - По Приморскому бульвару

On Primorsky Boulevard
I'm walking without a guitar
And the rose hips are scarlet
Reveals my sorrow ...

The evening was splendid.
I go around carefully
Those who can inadvertently
Scare my melancholy.

Nostalgia smolders in the heart.
Like a bonfire, the dog rose warms
And our boulevard is not an alley
He ford memories.

In every crack in the asphalt -
Not the Canaries, and not Malta ...
God given, waited by the heart,
Homebrew resort.

I seemed to have thrown away the years -
I am young as this city.
I remembered so much today
That would be enough for a novel.

Seagulls circling over the wave
Thoughts are hovering over me.
I am with you again today
By creating a deception for yourself.

And around the people in boots.
Our boulevard waited for summer.
The beach is full of naked bodies
The sea splashes into the sand.

I look at it longingly
Remembering another summer ...
Throw a coin to the wave
To go back for an hour.

For the sun to burn
And the tide splashed to the brim
And a flock of noisy seagulls
Cleaving the skies

... On Primorsky Boulevard
I play guitar,
And around a couple in love
Sing along in voices.

I seemed to have thrown away the years -
I am as young as this city.
I remembered so much today
That would be enough for a novel.

Seagulls circling over the wave
Thoughts hover over me.
I am with you again today
By creating a deception for yourself.

On Primorsky Boulevard
I'm walking without a guitar
And the rose hips are scarlet
My sorrow raves ...

The evening was splendid.
I go around carefully
Those who can inadvertently
Scare my longing.