Ten thousand and only jne head
left
That very moment Oleg Beskudnikov
put on airs

I am sick, he said demanded a sick-leave
disappeared
Then the coach ordered me
to run.

Long track would kill me
for sure
Perhabs I will complete first lap
and pass away

But the coach said severely
just do it Fedya
The main thing is the will
to win.

Will too win is very good if you are strong
but I went mad
I rushed ten thousand as five hundred
and played out

It failed and I warned!
My breath failed
I completed only two laps and fell
it’s a pity.

The couch once was a champion
of road police
Ordered to lock me out of the stadium
Judas

Only yesterday we drowned our grief
in vodka
And today he yelled change skates
to sleigh.

I pity him he’s à good coach
never mind
Now I’m a wrestler
and a boxer

Regarding myself, now I have
no doubts
At once everyone became very polite with me
the coach too.