Fearing counterintelligence, avoiding secular life,
Under English pseudonym mr John Lancaster Peck,
Always wearing leather gloves - so as not to make prints -
A non-Soviet person lived in the Soviet hotel.

John Lancaster alone, mostly at night,
Something clicked, in which the infrared lens was hidden, -
And then in normal light it appeared in black
What we appreciate and love, what the team is proud of.

The club on Nagornaya Street has become a public restroom,
Our native Central Market has become like a dirty warehouse.
Distorted by microfilm, GUM became a small hut,
And it’s indecent to remember what the Moscow Art Theater Theater was like.

But working without assistants - maybe sad, maybe boring.
The enemy thought the enemy was a dock - wrote a fictitious check.
And somewhere in the wilds of the restaurant citizen Epifan
A non-Soviet person led astray and off the pantalik.

Epifan seemed greedy, cunning, intelligent, carnivorous,
Measures in women and in beer, he did not know and did not want to.
In general, like this: John's henchman was a godsend for a spy.
This can happen to anyone if drunk and soft.

Here is the first task: at three fifteen, near the bathhouse,
Maybe sooner, maybe later - a taxi will stop.
We must sit down, tie the driver, play a simple thief,
And then this case will be trumpeted on the BBC.

And further. Dress fresh, and at the exhibition in the Manege
A man with a suitcase will approach you. He will say:
- Would you like cherries? - You will answer: - Of course. -
He will give you a loaf of explosives - bring me a loaf.

And for this, my drunken friend, he said to Epifan,
There will be money, a house in Chicago, a lot of women and cars...-
The enemy did not know, fool, - the one to whom he entrusted everything,
There was a Chekist, an intelligence major and a wonderful family man.

Yes, before these things the master is this very John Lancaster.
But the notorious Mr. Peck miscalculated cruelly.
He was rendered harmless, and even he was tonsured and planted.
And a peaceful Greek settled in the Sovetskaya Hotel.

Translation

Fearing counterintelligence, avoiding life secular
Under English alias Mr. John Lancaster Peck
Forever in leather gloves - not to do prints -
Lived in a hotel-Soviet Soviet people.

John Lancaster alone, mostly at night,
Something clicked, what was hidden infrared lens -
And then in normal light are brought in black
That we appreciate and love the hallmarks of the team.

Club Sermon on the street became a public restroom,
Our native Central Market was like a dirty warehouse.
Distorted microfilm, GUM became small izbenkoy,
And remember too indecent than appeared MAT theater.

But work without assistants - maybe sad, maybe - boring.
The enemy thought the enemy was the dock, wrote a bogus check.
And somewhere in the wilds restaurant citizen Epiphanes
Astray and pantalyku-Soviet people.

Epiphanes seemed greedy, cunning, clever, carnivorous,
Measures in women and in the beer he did not know and did not want.
In general, as follows: henchman John was a godsend for a spy .
Can happen to anyone, if drunk and spineless.

That's the first task: three fifteen, near Bath,
Maybe sooner, maybe later - stop a taxi.
Need to sit down, tie chauffeur play simple thief
And then bragged about this case on the BBC BBC .

And more. fresh dress, and the exhibition at the Manezh
To you approach a man with a suitcase. He would say:
- Would you like cherry? - You will answer: - Of course . -
He will give you a loaf of explosives - bring me a loaf .

And for that, my friend drunk - he said Epiphanes -
Will the money the house in Chicago, a lot of women and cars ... -
The enemy did not know, fool - one who requested it all,
Was the security officer , Major exploration and wonderful family man .

Yes, this stuff to master this very John Lancaster .
But miscalculated the notorious Mr. peck.
Neutralized it, and even he was tonsured and imprisoned.
A hotel in the Soviet peace settled Greek.

Fearing counterintelligence, avoiding secular life,
Under the English pseudonym Mr. John Lancaster Peck,
Always wearing leather gloves - so as not to make prints -
A non-Soviet person lived in the Soviet hotel.

John Lancaster alone, mostly at night,
Something clicked, in which the infrared lens was hidden, -
And then in normal light it appeared in black
What we appreciate and love, what the team is proud of.

The club on Nagornaya Street has become a public restroom,
Our native Central Market has become like a dirty warehouse.
Distorted by microfilm, GUM became a small hut,
And it’s indecent to remember what the Moscow Art Theater Theater was like.

But working without assistants - maybe sad, maybe boring.
The enemy thought the enemy was a dock - wrote a fictitious check.
And somewhere in the wilds of the restaurant citizen Epifan
A non-Soviet person led astray and off the pantalik.

Epifan seemed greedy, cunning, intelligent, carnivorous,
Measures in women and in beer, he did not know and did not want to.
In general, like this: John's henchman was a godsend for a spy.
This can happen to anyone if drunk and soft.

Here is the first task: at three fifteen, near the bathhouse,
Maybe sooner, maybe later - a taxi will stop.
We must sit down, tie the driver, play a simple thief,
And then this case will be trumpeted on the BBC.

And further. Dress fresh, and at the exhibition in the Manege
A man with a suitcase will approach you. He will say:
- Would you like cherries? - You will answer: - Of course. -
He will give you a loaf of explosives - bring me a loaf.

And for this, my drunken friend, he said to Epifan,
There will be money, a house in Chicago, a lot of women and cars...-
The enemy did not know, fool, - the one to whom he entrusted everything,
There was a Chekist, an intelligence major and a wonderful family man.

Yes, before these things the master is this very John Lancaster.
But the notorious Mr. Peck miscalculated cruelly.
He was rendered harmless, and even he was tonsured and planted.
And a peaceful Greek settled in the Sovetskaya Hotel.

Lyrics translation Vladimir Vysotsky- A parody of a bad detective

Fearing counterintelligence, avoiding life secular
Under English alias Mr. John Lancaster Peck
Forever in leather gloves - not to do prints -
Lived in a hotel-Soviet Soviet people.

John Lancaster alone, mostly at night,
Something clicked, what was hidden infrared lens -
And then in normal light are brought in black
That we appreciate and love the hallmarks of the team.

Club Sermon on the street became a public restroom,
Our native Central Market was like a dirty warehouse.
Distorted microfilm, GUM became small izbenkoy,
And remember too indecent than appeared MAT theater.

But work without assistants - maybe sad, maybe - boring.
The enemy thought the enemy was the dock, wrote a bogus check.
And somewhere in the wilds restaurant citizen Epiphanes
Astray and pantalyku-Soviet people.

Epiphanes seemed greedy, cunning, clever, carnivorous,
Measures in women and in the beer he did not know and did not want.
In general, as follows: henchman John was a godsend for a spy .
Can happen to anyone, if drunk and spineless.

That's the first task: three fifteen, near Bath,
Maybe sooner, maybe later - stop a taxi.
Need to sit down, tie chauffeur play simple thief
And then bragged about this case on the BBC BBC .

And more. Dress fresh, and the exhibition at the Manezh
To you approach a man with a suitcase. He would say:
- Would you like cherry? - You will answer: - Of course . -
He will give you a loaf of explosives - bring me a loaf .

And for that, my friend drunk - he said Epiphanes -
Will the money, the house in Chicago, a lot of women and cars ... -
The enemy did not know, fool - one who requested it all,
Was the security officer , Major exploration and wonderful family man .

Yes, this stuff to master this very John Lancaster .
But miscalculated the notorious Mr. peck.
Neutralized it, and even he was tonsured and imprisoned.
A hotel in the Soviet peace settled Greek.