I run-run, trudge, sliding
along the mountain path.
I cannot eat and I cannot sleep,
and cannot drink, not a bit.

I’d like to stroll
along Gur’yev Street,
But I run, I trudge
along the mountain path.

But Sam Brook from Guinea
passed me on the turn.
But yesterday everyone said:
Sam’s a friend
Sam is our Guinean friend.

Guinean friend so or not,
I’m falling farther behind,
But I hope I’ll get
my second wind.

After that my third
and fourth winds.
So, with my fifth wind I’ll shorten
the Guinean distance.

He’s a good friend to me too.
He passed me on the turn.
But yesterday everyone said:
Sam’s a friend
Sam is our Guinean friend.

The heart of the program is the marathon,
but the temperature is thirty degrees.
But he’s used to the heat,
he’s made for it.

He looks like it
was minus thirty.
But to reach him now. -
I only have the strength left to curse.

He’s a good friend to me too.
He passed me on the turn.
I need a friend like that,
Sam the friend
Sam is our Guinean Brutus.