For professionals -
the pay is exceptional, -
Who cares, that they spitting their teeth in the ice ring.
They get paid big bucks -
huge thousands to score a puck, -
And even for a draw, and when you do not win.
The player is cunning - let him
make a body check,
Smashing his foot in to the face and absolutely can not play, -
And as a result
cripples the legs -
And instead of hockey stick he walks with a hock.
reckless of anything small, -
The game is lottery, - who gets lucky.
They playing with a partner -
like a bull with a matador, -
Though, it seems, itís excepted - on contrary.
As if he is dead
Lying your partner, -
And so be it, to hell with him - let him lie.
Do not blunder, bull, -
god wants a puck,
God on the stand - he will not forgive!
the umpire as criminal
doesnít consider neither box, or angry feast fight, -
And around twenty years with them
who could complete -
How can a schoolboy fight with a hand picked gang?!
Well, but recently
their main trump -
not a trump any more, just so - a trifle, -
And with their own wepon
now just as good
They get, beaten and beside - by the speed.
in their Montreal
Let them break their noses, I donít mind, -
but their representative
(you can ask - if you want!)
Recently got stuck between two lines.
First was prostrated,
and after - first aid patch.
And their pastor - well, like for a bad luck! -
Before the battle
he knew, that they a bit weak, -
They all lined up and pray - it didnít help.
by different channels -
Too much, or too little - to a bank account, -
And our players
for the same payment
Five times already going ahead!
Let in the top league
they weaving intrigues,
And let them Canadian calling hockey -
But we have the last word, -
till we meet again!
And football players - we wish better days.