Iím running, stomping with my cleats The shiny cinder surface. I cannot drink, I cannot eat, I cannot sleep - on purpose. And maybe I would like to do Some other civil service? But no: Iím stomping with my shoes The shiny cinder surface. From New Guinea, Sam Gap - He now beats me by one lap! Yesterday they all would rap: "Sam is such a friendly chap, Samís our friend, New Guineaís champ!" Iím falling further back behind Our buddy from New Guinea. I hope to catch the second wind To have a shot at winning. And then Iíll need the third one too, Perhaps the fourth assistance. But on the fifth I will come through, Iíll cut the trailing distance! Yeah, a very friendly chap - He now beats me by one lap! Yesterday they all would rap: "Sam is such a friendly chap, Samís our friend, New Guineaís champ!" Sure, the marathonís a treat, The weather - in the thirties. But heís used to any heat, Heís running with no worries. I want to see how he can pace When itíll be minus thirty! And now, I do not stand a chance, Except for swearing dirty! Yeah, a very friendly chap - He now beats me by three laps! I would ditch him in a snap. Whatís his name? Oh yes, Sam Gap! Sam is our new Brutus champ!
© Kirill Tolmachev. Translation, 2023