Не Париж [Ne Parizh] [English translation]

[Verse 1]

I would’ve been over housework, Galya,

Flapping my wings selflessly

In this miserable and forgotten half-city

You can barely find a gentleman

[Pre-chorus]

Oh, god, forgive me, but, in our region,

I won’t grow as a person

[Chorus]

You’re quite right, Marisha

Our ass-place is no Paris

Whether you’re flapping your wings or not

There’s no freaking way you’ll fly up the ass-place

But I’ll put it the women way, we’re no youngsters, after all

You won’t find a more fucking great husband anywhere except in Izhevsk

No matter what you say, our men

Are fucking greater than the ones in Paris, fucking greater than in Paris

[Verse 2]

There’s not enough adrenaline for us, Galya

The prince isn’t flying or going by car to us

Pour me a half, Galina

We’re ladies, Galya, we’re, Galya, ladies

[Pre-chorus]

Oh, god, forgive me, but, in our region,

I won’t grow as a person

[Chorus]

You’re quite right, Marisha

Our ass-place is no Paris

Whether you’re flapping your wings or not

There’s no freaking way you’ll fly up the ass-place

But I’ll put it the women way, we’re no youngsters, after all

You won’t find a more fucking great husband anywhere except in Izhevsk

No matter what you say, our men

Are fucking greater than the ones in Paris, fucking greater than in Paris

[Bridge]

Come on, let’s do that Russian style,

Why the fuck you’re so sad, gals?

We’ve got men and a bottle of vodka

We’re patriot gals, after all!

Come on, let’s do that Russian style,

Why the fuck you’re so sad, gals?

We’ve got men and a bottle of vodka

We’re patriot gals, after all!

[Verse 3]

I’m thinking of the last summer

You remember how we visited Janna for vodka?

I wish we’ve been driving in a cabriolet

‘cuz, Galina, we’re Parisian girls in our souls

[Pre-chorus]

Oh, god, forgive me, but, in our region,

I won’t grow as a person

[Chorus]

You’re quite right, Marisha

Our ass-place is no Paris

Whether you’re flapping your wings or not

There’s no freaking way you’ll fly up the ass-place

But I’ll put it the women way, we’re no youngsters, after all

You won’t find a more fucking great husband anywhere except in Izhevsk

No matter what you say, our men

Are fucking greater than the ones in Paris, fucking greater than in Paris

Fucking greater than the ones in Paris, fucking greater than in Paris

• Artist:Leningrad