Текст песни Максим Леонидов - Две гантели и один утюг

My story is as old as the world
About a man who made neither cars nor apartments
And yet, peace and quiet reign in his soul,
Although he embodies the difficult path of seeking
My story is full of suffering and anguish
Title: "Two dumbbells and one iron."

When I was nine years old and three days old
Suddenly a suitcase fell on me
Probably someone dropped drunk from the window,
See the hole in the back of your head is still visible
When I opened this old chest
There were two dumbbells and one iron.

What could I do with this good?
Just throw it in the bushes, and that's the end of it
The idea came at the right moment
Mishka's friend has a birthday, so there will be a present
I handed him a box - congratulations, they say, friend!
There were two dumbbells and one iron.

SOLO

Years passed, I changed seven addresses
I avoided dumbbells and irons
Less and less, less and less often I recalled that incident
During this time, the general was replaced by the president
And I thought that this affliction disappeared forever
Two dumbbells and one iron.

On my twentieth birthday, I threw a banquet
And in the end, congratulations, I was handed a package
It was brought to me by a bearded monk from Peru,
I still don't understand what he was doing in the world
When I broke the circle of beautiful ribbons
There were two dumbbells and one iron.

Quite a few years have passed since then,
Now I iron like a tailor, I press weights like an athlete
And I carry along with me through life proudly, like orders
These very items of cast iron
I know exactly what my grandson will inherit,