Текст песни Белла Ахмадулина - ...Беги, бегун

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Here is a man who started running
For a long time, when light in the universe,
not to calculate what a century
It runs up and away. To blessed
and an important goal. What a celebration
Is it manitzing to overcome it?
Here is a man - look at him!
In the Mol, his face is fine.
He was a slave of Egyptian deserts,
Rougomy Muckly, what's hit in running
And I would have dead when it were not comprehended
What the essence of fate is eternal run to victory.
All other real and dead
Azart and tension live in it
And gold muscles
All mankind peaks movement.
Run the runner, run my brother, my friend!
Imprint the spirit you will pass the finish.
And reap your winning circle again,
And on the day the coming sharp profile move.
Run, runner! "

From k \ f E. Climova "Sport, Sport, Sport" 1970