Песенка об Арбате [Pesenka ob Arbatie] [English translation]

You flow like a river. Strange name!

And asphalt transparent like water in the river.

Oh, Arbat, my Arbat, you - my vocation,

You - my joy and my misery.

Your pedestrians - not important people,

They rush to their matters, their heels knocking.

Oh, Arbat, my Arbat, you - my religion,

Your pavement rests under my feet.

One will not cure this love of you,

Loving forty thousand of other cobblestones,

Oh, Arbat, my Arbat, you - my homeland,

Never one walks to your end!

• Artist:Bulat Okudzhava