Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Письмо к другу или зарисовки о Париже

Ah, my dear Vanya! I walk around Paris -
And what I hear and what I see -
I am writing in a notebook, after the impressions:
When you are old - I will publish little book.

        About what, Vanya, we're in Paris
        We need - as in pliers bath.

All expats here the second generation -
They are sheer misunderstanding:
They're confused - and a name, and the name -
And you would, Vanya, have been - "Vania".

        But in general, Vanya, we're in Paris
        We need - as in the Russian bath ski!

I myself started with the French intrigues,
My friends now - 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 Parisian public toilet
There are inscriptions in Russian!