Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Не волнуйтесь

There is no me - I left Rasea -
My girls walk in snot!
I now sow my seeds
In the alien Champs Elysees.

Someone blundered in a tram on Presnya:
“Not him - finally exhausted!
So let your alien songs
He writes there about the Palace of Versailles. "

I hear from behind - an exchange of news:
“Not that one! He left - ask! ”
“Ah, not that ?!” - and push with your elbows,
And sit on their knees in a taxi.

The one with whom he sat in Magadan,
My Civil War Friend
He says that I am writing to him: “Vanya!
Boring, Vanya, come on, brother, to me! ”

I already asked to go back -
Humbled, bustled, begged ...
Nonsense! Probably not coming back -
Because I did not leave!

Whoever believes - to him as a present -
To a good end, like in a movie:
Take the Arc de Triomphe
Hit the Renault factories!

I laugh, die of laughter:
How did you believe this nonsense ?! -
Do not worry - I have not left
And don’t hope - I won’t leave!