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 Sovetskaya Hotel.

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

The club on Nagornaya Street became 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 was like.

But working without helpers is maybe sad, maybe boring.
The enemy thought, the enemy was a doc, he wrote a fictitious check.
And somewhere in the wilds of the restaurant of citizen Epifan
A non-Soviet person led me astray and out of my mind.

Epiphanes seemed greedy, cunning, intelligent, carnivorous,
He didn’t know the limits in women and beer and didn’t want to.
In general, it’s like this: John’s assistant was a godsend for the spy.
This can happen to anyone if they are drunk and soft.

Here is the first task: at three fifteen, near the bathhouse,
Maybe sooner, maybe later, a taxi will stop.
You need to sit down, tie up the driver, play a simple thief,
And then this incident will be broadcast on the BBC.

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

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

Yes, John Lancaster is the master of these things.
But the notorious Mr. Peck cruelly miscalculated.
He was neutralized, and even he was tonsured and imprisoned.
And a peaceful Greek settled in the Sovetskaya Hotel.

Translation of the lyrics Vladimir Vysotsky - Parody of a bad detective

Fearing counterintelligence, avoiding life secular
Under English pseudonym 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 spinelessness.

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 cherries? - You will answer: - Of course. -
He will give you a loaf of explosives - bring me a loaf.

And for that, my friend is 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 Sovetskaya Hotel.

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

The club on Nagornaya Street became 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 was like.

But working without helpers is maybe sad, maybe boring.
The enemy thought, the enemy was a doc, he wrote a fictitious check.
And somewhere in the wilds of the restaurant of citizen Epifan
A non-Soviet person led me astray and out of my mind.

Epiphanes seemed greedy, cunning, intelligent, carnivorous,
He didn’t know the limits in women and beer and didn’t want to.
In general, it’s like this: John’s assistant was a godsend for the spy.
This can happen to anyone if they are drunk and soft.

Here is the first task: at three fifteen, near the bathhouse,
Maybe sooner, maybe later, a taxi will stop.
You need to sit down, tie up the driver, play a simple thief,
And then this incident will be broadcast on the BBC.

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

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

Yes, John Lancaster is the master of these things.
But the notorious Mr. Peck cruelly miscalculated.
He was neutralized, and even he was tonsured and imprisoned.
And a peaceful Greek settled in the Sovetskaya Hotel.

Translation

Fearing counterintelligence, avoiding life secular
Under English pseudonym 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 spinelessness.

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 cherries? - You will answer: - Of course. -
He will give you a loaf of explosives - bring me a loaf.

And for that, my friend is 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.