Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Песня про конькобежца на короткие дистанции

Ten thousand - and just one race
remained.
At this time, our Beskudnikov Oleg
conceited:
I, says he is sick, newsletter, no power -
and disappeared.
Here is our coach and I then suggested:
run, they say.

Well I'm on a long distance on the die -
not ohnu -
Mileage, perhaps, only the first round -
and shall die!
But severely commercials coach to me, they say, for
up, Fyodor -
The main thing - that the will, says he was
to victory.

Will the will, if the forces of a great deal -
and I was interested in:
I have ten thousand jerked as five hundred -
and I have had it!
Let me - because I warned you! -
dyhalki:
He ran just two laps - and fallen -
and it is a pity!

And our coach, ex-vice-champion
Artillery,
Do not let me ordered the stadium -
Judas!
After all, yesterday we took him with longing
on the bank -
And today, he shouts: "I skate
On the sled! "

Pity the coach - he is a good coach -
Well, God bless him!
I'm now involved in the fight
and boxing -
Do not have more than I have to account to your
doubts:
All of a sudden become very polite to me,
and - the coach ...