I learned all notes inside and out,
But who’ll give me a straight answer?
Really, they start a scale with the note "C",
And finish a scale with it too.

The note dance separately and sensibly,
C, D, E, F, G, A, B wait for
Someone’s daring hand
To arrange them on the shelfs.

It’s known to musical children -
I can safely say,
That the note "D" occupies a place
For a whole bar plus one eighth.

Whatever tonality you take -
The sounds are full of inequality:
The same note, for example "E":
One is below, and one is rank higher.

The note dance separately and sensibly,
C, D, E, F, G, A, B wait for
Someone’s daring hand
To arrange them on the shelfs.

A strophe follows strophes, as always,
Like the previous it passes before the vision,
And sometimes it happens, that, for example, the note "F"
Sounds stronger, than the same note near.

Suddenly a flat has wormed somewhere,
And the moment it entered brazenly,
The confidence-inspiring note "G"
Changes the pitch half a step.

The note dance separately and sensibly,
C, D, E, F, G, A, B wait for,
Someone’s daring hand
To arrange them on the shelfs.

The composer sat, having quenched the thirst,
And cut through the music with the rough symbol -
And, the note "A", soft as velvet,
Suddenly raises it’s voice to sharp.

And finally, ask Beethoven -
Without "B" there’s no play, no singing,
The note "B" rises above all
And looks from the height of it’s position.

The note dance separately and sensibly,
C, D, E, F, G, A, B wait for
Someone’s daring hand
To arrange them on the shelfs.

There’s no point to start a dispute about notes,
They have their bigwigs and secretaries,
It’s believed that in B-flat minor
Mourning marches sound great.

And besides these servile notes
There’re also notes-parasites.
Who’ll play them, who’ll sing them?
But God is with us, and there’s a composer with them.

The note dance separately and sensibly,
C, D, E, F, G, A, B wait for
Someone’s daring hand
To arrange them on the shelfs.