Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Арбат беру с собою...

Arbat take with him - without him I do not for a move -
Smolensk I pounce on his shoulders ,
and fresh take , but not so well ,
and the red , red, red

We drive , we drive - and not without reason suddenly -
along the asphalt path imminent
in a vicious circle of hands and separations ,
with the creation of Moscow called .

1957