Болховитин Александр Павлович Running is Flying

Running is flying!
There are no wings, but it's almost an airplane
Running is flying!
Not everyone will understand this!

Movement of arms, and exhale-inhale
Tilt of the body, not so bad
And you started running! You flew forward!
Almost an airplane, almost flight!

Two feet lift off from the ground
Only you are running! Only you are flying!
Not noticing the faces around
No worse than flying birds

The tilt of the body - like willow trees
Bent over, they please the eye
Drums are beating - African rhythms
And tears from the eyes
From the wind, the speed, and from us

Clapping their hands at you, shouting
You thought, Did I start too fast? In the heat of the moment?
To distribute your strength evenly
You don't have to be nice to everyone!

To run not for half an hour, but for an hour
That's not thirty meters, it's sixty - that's the difference!

The tilt of the body - like willow trees
Bent over, they please the eye
Drums are beating - African rhythms
And tears from the eyes
From the wind, the speed, and from us

And you are running, you are in flight!
Whoever runs, gets it - they'll understand!
You rush along, not noticing the faces
No worse than free birds
And in time with your steps, your soul cries out
Is my run too swift?
Because your heart is pounding
And you control the pace
And this is not a moment
This is long training
Discipline, sleep, preparation
To run for an hour
To run for Two
And for the right words to appear
Or at the finish line, without words
It depends how prepared you are!

The tilt of the body - like willow trees
Bent over, they please the eye
Drums are beating - African rhythms
And tears from the eyes
From the wind, the speed, and from us

And you are running!
Your world is flight!
Two feet up - taking off!
And your heart beats - the body doesn't lie!
And you breathe, breathe, the finish, that's it Winner!
The people recognize you!
They shout your name! They run up to shake your hand!
And you just want a drink, to eat
Thank you, father!
Thank you, mother
I learned to run
I learned to win