Болховитин Александр Павлович UP, AGAIN UP

Up, again up – is there a sky?
Only birds can fly
You’re up, again up – for the mountain race
Not fast, but a steady pace


Up, again up – you don’t want to be beaten
Hold the rhythm, hold the rhythm
Up, again up – listen to your heart
Read the beat, make the beat – and up, again up


Prepare your heart in the middle of the hill
You will be ready to fight
Prepare your body in the acid, up and down the hills
Is your body getting acidic? Count your pulse


Up, again up – you don’t want to be beaten
Hold the rhythm, hold the rhythm
Up, again up – listen to your heart
To win the race, to up your pace – attack for future light


When your legs burn slow and your breath runs thin
That’s the moment you grow, that’s where you begin
Don’t stop, don’t hide – feel the lactic tide
Your pulse is your drum, your pain is your thumb

Up, again up!
Up, again up!
Up, again up! You don’t want to be beaten!
You don’t want to be beaten!
Up, again up – for the future light!
To win the race, to up your pace
You wish to win, you dream to be a winner!


One more step… thinner air
But your will is bigger there
Up – again up – no more stop
You are the top
Up… again up
Up, again up!