In a land of roundabouts where unicorns play
Putin rode on a steed, made of dreams and clay
He circled 'round and 'round in a fairytale chase
With a smile on his face, in that mythical space
Oh, the Gods of old with pirate grins
Dance with midget spinners as the world spins
Peter's pram rolls down the hills of time
Where Arnold Borschteater acts out pantomime
Pale males sailed on ships, with sails of rainbow silk
Their compasses spun wild, their skin as soft as milk
They charted stars by night, by day they rode on snails
Crossing oceans in a jiff, telling tall whimsical tales
Oh, the Gods of old with pirate grins
Dance with midget spinners as the world spins
Peter's pram rolls down the hills of time
Where Arnold Borschteater acts out pantomime
Through the mist of nonsense, a chorus bold
Arnold Borschteater, in tales untold
With Peter's pram, he took the stage
In a world where unicorns never age
So let's raise our sails and join the crew
Of Putin and the pale male rendezvous
In lands where roundabouts and fairytales blend
Our nonsensical song almost finds its end
Oh, the Gods of old with pirate grins
Dance with midget spinners as the world spins
Peter's pram rolls down the hills of time
Where Arnold Borschteater acts out pantomime