Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Ванька Морозов

What are you Vanya Morozova something?
After all, he did not do anything.
She stop tormenting him,
and he did not do anything.

He's an old circus went on the square
and there Tsirkachka loved.
It would be something simpler,
and he loved Tsirkachka.

She went wire,
He is waving with a white hand,
Morozov grabbed and passion
his callused hand.

He threw over a hundred:
it was something all the same.
And it was drying Maroussia,
and it was not all the same.

He was rolling on the cabs,
tsirkachke to please,
and I tried to seduce her,
so that she, of course, please.

I did not think that she will deceive:
because of love trouble do not expect ...
Ah, Vanya, Vanya, what are you, Vanya?
After all, on its wire going!