Болховитин Александр Павлович Run , stand up and run.

Run… stand up and run


Ha-ha, run? The fuck you’ve done?
Just live in peace, just live, son
Come on, give me an answer
Why the hell do we run?

Tennis – racket, court, so fancy
Hockey – clubs, money, chancy
But running? Poverty? Starvation?
A herd of fools in motion?

Are they dumb? Retards? Brainless?
Or maybe running thoughts are painless?


Stand up and run while you still breathe
Before your veins turn into concrete
Concrete prison is worse than torture
Run is not the answer? Then what’s your order?

Heart is an engine – don’t dump it on the scrap
At fifty, your knees will say “that’s a trap
Why do we run? So you don’t rot on your back
Running is life The rest is just crap


People come back to running again
From different sports, from different lanes
Running from candy, from chocolate cake
Running from diabetes, from weight ache
They exorcise the demon from their flesh
Thoughts arrive, poems rush fresh
And someone from afar – hee-hee!

Probably sniffed some shit, you see
Probably smoking something weird
What a roar during a marathon
Stroke – and someone disappeared… forever gone


Stand up and run while you still breathe
Before your veins turn into concrete
Concrete prison is worse than torture
Run is not the answer? Then what’s your order?

Heart is an engine – don’t dump it on the scrap
At fifty, your knees will say “that’s a trap
Why do we run? So you don’t rot on your back
Running is life The rest is just crap


Weak vessels, heart can’t pump
No running, the guy’s a lump
He laughs, but at fifty his knees shake
Run, brother, before it’s too late

Stop smoking that bullshit, I swear
I’m telling you straight, I care
Run, strengthen your veins and your tendons
I’m not telling you fairy tales, no pretending


Stand up and run while you still breathe
Before your veins turn into concrete
Concrete prison is worse than torture
Run is not the answer? Then what’s your order?

Heart is an engine – don’t dump it on the scrap
At fifty, your knees will say “that’s a trap
Why do we run? So you don’t rot on your back
Running is life The rest is just crap


Your knees will tremble at fifty
Then you’ll remember me, brother
But I’ll be far away – running
Better to run than to rot undercover

Run away from concrete walls
Flush all the filth out of your veins


And those who laugh at sweat and shoes
Let them rot under umbrellas, paying dues
I know one thing between dead swamp and live fire
I choose the burning light, higher and higher

Running’s not fashion, not a stupid trend
Running’s a challenge to your fucking end
Where silence named “old age” will choke and die
While you run Full throttle No lie



What’s missing?
Willpower – to set the alarm for tomorrow
Fear – that you’ll become no one from the comfort
The “Start” button on the remote of a heart attack
Instead of which there’s only jelly with a cake


You asked “Why the fuck do we run?
Here’s the answer – no gloss, no weight
If a man hasn’t run himself out
He hasn’t survived A fucking deadweight