From: ibshambat@gmail.com

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USTq9wBSIv8

Like a river you run, a strange appellation
And the asphalt's transparent, just like river flows.
Ah Arbat my Arbat! You are my vocation.
You're my happiness and you are my woe.

Your crosswalks - with small-time people they are smidgeoned:
They are hurrying to work and stomping their heels.
Ah Arbat my Arbat! You are my religion.
All your ramparts are there lying under me.

Of your love I cannot be cured, I understand,
Though forty thousand other roads I may adore.
Ah Arbat my Arbat! You are my Fatherland,
And I won't reach your end forevermore.

By Bulat Okudzhav
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat/russian-songs

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