The ballad of the new rhyme (Kirill Koval’dzhi)

Once there lived an old man called Bach
He did not drink and he did not smoke.

He did not drink and he did not smoke
Neither women nor girls did he like.

Neither women nor girls did he like
He did not go out to have a good time.

But now directly from the schoolyard gates
Girls are rushing to the docks and the streets.

Your mouth is full of rhymes not before seen
And in the beginning was Bach–so it seems…

 

Жил старик возвышенный — Бах,
Он не пил, не курил табак.

Он не пил, не курил табак,
Не любил ни девчонок, ни баб.

Не любил ни девчонок, ни баб,
Не ходил ни в кино, ни в бар.

Нынче ж прямо со школьных парт
Девки прут на панель и в порт…

Рифм невиданных полон рот…
А в начале был, кажется, — Бах…

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