Текст песни минус - Марафонец

I run down the road
I lift to the top of my leg
Watch out for the untouchables:
A desperate athlete is running.

Not left without attention
My dashing run
And by regulating the breath
I send greetings to everyone!

Wise gods
Invented legs!

How well someone came up with
What if you think reluctance,
And disgusted by the work,
And in my head there is a whole raisin,

You can lift your legs
And in spite of decency,
Run forward without taking apart
Where are you actually running !!

Wise Gods
Invented legs!

And it’s not the result,
Prizes and stuff out of place:
They can be hung by the bed
Or donate to the museum.

Much more expensive sensation
Elastic muscle contraction,
And of course, admiration
Colleagues, acquaintances and friends !!

Wise Gods
Invented legs!