Poems and Songs of Vladimir Vysotsky. Our Life Has Lots of Edges.
With my parents-in-law I now would live,
But they’ve both gone to their last home.
As for Paris, it’s there where it should be,
Just the same as we knew it before.
And the same it’ll for ever remain
If they play not a joke on again —
’Cause there may be dishonest intentions!
But so far there are no even little changes.