| The painter from St Petersburg is making headline news |
| He paints his masterpieces to the sound of lonesome blues |
| There’s no-one in the whole wide world can ever steal his shoes |
| Under a cloudless sky |
| The highwayman is hungry, hanging high in chains |
| His body may be weakened, but his will to live remains |
| He sleeps with one eye open watching out for planes |
| Under a cloudless sky |
| For forty days and nights I’ve been lost |
| How long have you been flying? |
| But I haven’t had the time to count the cost |
| How long have you been flying? |
| The runway’s cracked and broken |
| And the weeds are showing through |
| I’ve been so high so long |
| That I have lost sight of the view |
| There’s no-one on the radio |
| To bring me back to you |
| Won’t somebody try and understand |
| All I want to do is land |
| Vittorio Emanuel shows signs of deep mistrust |
| He carefully avoids Signora Montenegro’s bust |
| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
| Under a cloudless sky |
| All along the promenade the day has just begun |
| Gilded Russian cuppolas glistening in the sun |
| The painter and the highwayman are surely having fun |
| Under a cloudless sky |
| The highwayman broke out into a shiver |
| How long have you been flying? |
| The painter flung his brushes in the river |
| How long have you been flying? |
| High above San Remo |
| Out of all control |
| The painter sold his icons |
| The highwayman his soul |
| They played in the Casino |
| On a never ending roll |
| Won’t somebody try and understand |
| All I want to do is land |