My dear Vanya! Along Paris now I stroll.
Of what I’ve heard and seen I jot the whole.
And afterwards I note impressions in the tablet.
When I become old, I’ll publish pamphlet

About that, that here, Vanya, in this Paris
We are as needed as in bath pair of pliers.

Here of a second generation are all emigrants.
Because of them are misconceptions and bewilderments.
They muddle everything, confuse all names and titles all.
And you not Vanya but Van-y-a would be called.

Upon the whole, Vanya, in this Paris they require us
As in the Russian bath they need a pair of skis.

I have begun the flirt tricks with a mademoiselle.
My friends are now Pier, Michael and Jan.
Already spat I from the tower of Eiphell
At heads of the light-hearted Parisians.

About that, that here, Vanya, in this Paris
We are as needed as in bath pair of pliers.

It seems that from afar our penetration
Is visible exceptionally strong.
In Paris municipal relief station
There are inscriptions of the Russian tongue.

Upon the whole, Vanya, in this Paris they require us
As in the Russian bath they need a pair of skis.