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
