Текст песни Песенка об Арбате - Булат Окуджава

You flow like a river. A strange name!
And the asphalt is transparent, like water in a river.
Ah, Arbat, my Arbat,
you are my calling.
You are both my joy and my misfortune.

Your pedestrians are small people,
knocking heels - in a hurry on business.
Ah, Arbat, my Arbat,
you are my religion
your pavements lie under me.

You cannot be cured of your love,
forty thousand other pavements loving.
Ah, Arbat, my Arbat,
you are my fatherland,
never fully pass you.