Текст песни Моральный Кодекс - Первый луч, первый дождь, По весеннему Арбату ты идешь.

Karabas-Barabas overturned bass
Duremar fled into the bush,
Picasso and Dali were aground,
To sell their canvases.

The kings and jesters opened their mouths,
Rounded eyes zeros
And Matisse and Van Gogh drank grog
Chiaroscuro his wove.

The first ray, the first rain,
According to spring Arbat you go.
The first sound, the first snow,
This song is about you and me.

Kings and people eating a sandwich,
And he fell down all the oil.
And one general said on TV,
That Mars is not a visa.

Journalist and actor undertaken a dispute
On high, the role of the Muses,
And the Beatles and Shakespeare to conquer the world,
Bagpipes playing the blues.