I run, trample, skidding
on the cinder track -
I can’t eat, I can’t drink,
I can’t sleep - not a wink.

And, perhaps, I’d like to take a walk
by Guriev Timoshka -
But no: I run, I run, I trample
on the cinder track.

And a Guinean, Sam Brook,
Ran a ring around me -
And, yesterday, everyone around
said: "Sam, our friend!
Sam, our Guinean friend!"

But our Guinean friend is rushing so much -
The gap getting so much bigger -
Well, I only hope that
I get a second wind.

Behind him, I look for a third,
Then a fourth wind -
Well, on the fifth, I catch up
With the Guinean!

Also a good friend to me,
he ran a ring around me!
And, yesterday, everyone suddenly
said: "Sam, our friend!
Sam, our Guinean friend!"

The star attraction is the marathon,
And it’s all of thirty degrees -
But he’s used to the heat,
You see, he’s built for the task.

I would look over at him,
If it were minus thirty!
But now, get after him,
All that’s left is to swear!

Also a good friend to me,
He ran a third ring around me!
Like I need a friend like this -
What’s he... I forgot... Sam Brook!
Sam - our Guinean Brutus!