Lyrics Владимир Высоцкий - Я бегу, бегу, бегу, топчу скользя

I run, run, run, run, run, run, run ...
I run, trample, glide, oy ...
On the cinder track, -
I can not eat, I can not drink,
I can not sleep - not a crumb.

Or maybe just that moment when I run
I want to go for a walk
At Guryev Timoshka, -
So no: run, run, run, trample
On the dirt track.

And Guinean Sam Brooke
I circled the circle, -
And yesterday everything is around
I was told: "Sam is a friend!"
Sam is our friend, they say, a Guinean friend! & Quot;

So, the Guinean Friend, and rushing -
More and more backlog -
Well, I hope to come
Second breath to me.

Then I, looking for him Thirdly,
Then, the fourth breath, -
Well, I, on the fifth, of course, will cut
With Guinean distance!

But in general, too, I - a good friend, -
Look what to do, Walked me around!
And yesterday everything is around
I was told: "Sam is a friend!"
Sam is our friend, they say, a Guinean friend! & Quot;

The highlight of the program is the marathon,
And degrees - all thirty, -
But he is accustomed to the heat -
So he masters.

I, by the way, would have looked at him
When would be minus thirty!
Well, now of course, - get him, -
Whats left? Yes, just - swearing!

Well, just do it, I, too, hake, I am also a good friend, -
Walked to the third round!
I need such a friend, -
How is it - forgot ... Sam Brooke!
Sam is our Guinean Brutus!