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[Mar. 24th, 2024|10:26 pm] |
He slips off the roof, that old boy Kozlodoev,
Whose way could have never been blocked,
He longs to break through, that old boy Kozlodoev,
Through a window that is now locked.
Once upon a time roamed free Kozlodoev,
Each one of his eyes an abyss,
To women he whistled, that old boy Kozlodoev,
And each one was fond of that whistle.
They would come by dozens, get deep in the bushes,
Where he would make love to each gаl,
The whole neighbourhood would then reach a conclusion
That he be admired by all.
And now, oh woe, the bitches a-hiding,
Their windows unwelcome and blind,
Slips off Kozlodoev, his pants wet and sliding,
In need of the bathroom he climbs.
(Внезапно мне открылось, что "Старик Козлодоев" -- это
типичная английская баллада, а я тормоз, наоборот.
Извините. Пришлось срочно перевести. Посвящаю перевод
Кате Ноткиной, разумеется. Да и оригинал.) |
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ЖЖ-юзер Хумус когда-то вешал оригинал музыки, что-то из американских рокеров
Боб Дилан, более известный русскоязычным слушателям как БД | |
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