Бетховен [Beethoven] [English translation]

Behold, his name's Beethoven, well, so what,

He's not like all the others, not all that.

Yet no one knows who he is, where he stands,

He merely hits the piano keys with hand.

The sly strings gleam with devil's copper sheen,

For that they will avenge him unforeseen,

They keep on asking, who's that one-night stand?

And why does he hit helpless keys with hand?

Don't trust when someone says that you are deaf,

Just harder hit the keys with steady hand,

But strings in jest laugh, ridicule: he-hey,

Hit harder all these keys, hit harder, hey.

Look closely everywhere, look:

Around aren't people, just the ghouls,

Well, what do you say, what's up with you, deaf?

Hit harder still, hit all these keys, hit all these keys with hand.

Behold, his name's Beethoven, well, so what,

He's not like all the others, not all that.

But by now everyone knows who he is,

He is the one who hits the piano keys.

Look closely everywhere, look:

Around aren't people, just the ghouls,

Well, what do you say, what's up with you, deaf?

Hit harder still, hit all these keys, hit all these keys with hand.