Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Письмо к другу, или зарисовка о Париже

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

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

All second-generation immigrants here -
They are sheer misunderstanding:
They are confused - and the name, and the name -
And would you, Ivan, they howled - & quot; & quot ;. Vania

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

I myself started with the French intrigues,
My friends are now - and Pierre and Jean.
Already I spit from the Eiffel Tower
At the head unsuspecting Parisians!

Penetration of our planet
Particularly noticeable in the distance:
The Parisian public toilet
There are inscriptions in Russian!