Karabas Barabas overturned a bass Duremar's gone hiding in the bushes Picasso and Dali were aground Selling their canvas Kings and fools opening their mouths Eyes wide opened, as zeros round Matisse and Van Gogh drinking hot spiced wine Braiding their chiaroscuros The first ray, the first rain You're walking by the springtime Arbat The first sound, the first snow This song is about you and I The first ray, the first rain You're walking by the springtime Arbat The first sound, the first snow This song is about you and I Kings and people ate their toast But it kept on falling the buttered-side down And some general was saying on TV That we won't have VISA on Mars A journalist and a comedian starting in a debate About the high, the role of muses And Shakespeare and the Beatles were conquering the world Playing bagpipe Blues The first ray, the first rain You're walking by the springtime Arbat The first sound, the first snow This song is about you and I The first ray, the first rain You're walking by the springtime Arbat The first sound, the first snow This song is about you and I The first ray, the first rain You're walking by the springtime Arbat The first sound, the first snow This song is about you and I The first ray, the first rain You're walking by the springtime Arbat The first sound, the first snow This song is about you and I