I have left Russia - Iím no longer there!
My girls walk in tears through their day.
I now sow my wild oats without care
On the foreign fields of Champs Elysťes.
Someone mutters on a streetcar passing:
"Heís not here! Heís at last gone bye bye!
Let him sing now his songs foreign-fancy
About the palace over there in Versailles."
I hear behind me the trading of news:
"Not that one! He left! Ask if you please!"
"Not that one?" And they elbow through
And in taxis they sit on their knees.
A Magadan cell I had shared
With my Civil War friend, who says now
That Iíd written him from over there,
"Iím bored, Vanya, come over somehow!"
Iíve already asked to be retaken
I had begged, I had pleaded and called...
But I wonít return! This is mistaken -
Because I never did leave at all!
Iíll give presents to all who believed
So that theyíll get a movie happy end:
LíArc de Triomphe youíll receive!
The Renault factories, take them, friend!
I am laughing, Iím dying from laughter!
How this nonsense was ever believed!
Do not worry - I havenít left hereafter,
And donít hope, either - I will not leave.