Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Ах, милый Ваня, я гуляю по Парижу

Ah, my dear Vanya, I walk around Paris
And what I see and what I hear,
I am writing in a notebook impressions after.
When you are old, I will publish little book
About what, Vanya, Vanya, Vanya,
Vanya, we're in Paris
We need, as in pliers bath.

All emigrants second generation here.
They are sheer misunderstanding.
They are confused: and the name of the name -
And you would, Vanya, have been Vania.
But in general, Vanya, Vanya, Vanya,
Vanya, we're in Paris
We need, as in the Russian bath ski.

I myself started with the French intrigues.
My friends now and Pierre and Jean.
And I spit from the Eiffel Tower
At the head unsuspecting Parisians.
Penetration on our planet
Especially noticeable in the distance:
The French public toilet
There are inscriptions in Russian.