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The mountains called me, my thoughts they were racing
My body was willing, my legs hummed with pacing!
Just needed a visa, just needed the victory
Someone’s envy was gnawing — I ran like a bullet, you see!
I dreamed of competing in Europe, those hills back in Kislovodsk I’d compare
But I couldn’t just gallop — my body would tear
Vitamins, diet, a good night’s rest!
Twenty, massage, wine was the best!
My body kept saying, “You’re meant for the test!
I’d dreamed of the mountains’ crest for so long!
Zheleznovodsk, the start, pulse meter on
Choosing my position, then the charge
The crowd held its breath, a silent dawn
They said, “Andrey’s gonna win it large
But he couldn’t! I was the victor!
Andrey came back even stronger, it’s true
On the world stage, I’m out of the picture
My pulse is so faint, barely breaking through!
I charged up that mountain, like I was just playing!
The others strain, gasping — while I was just staying in my zone!
On the descent, Andrey would catch me with speed
But on the climb, with a surge, he’d concede
We were bound by a thread, invisible indeed
At the finish line first — it was Andrey’s deed to concede
Cauterets, the town, in the Pyrenees, it was set
The air and the weather — not like Siberia, you bet
In Kislovodsk, through May’s hills I would tear
I’d touch my own legs, in disbelief — like lead weights were there!
Engorged, full of power, yet a lean, hungry frame
To haul up that mountain — no laughing matter, no game!
I finished in fourth… Thank you, legs, for the flame!
I ran all alone for my Russia… I came
The team had no visa, but I was a Frenchman that day!
Schengen, I spoke, explained in French, found a way
But running in fifth, a past shame came to play
Italy, Turkey — I’m fourth, Russian, they’d say!
I charged up that mountain, like I was just playing!
The others strain, gasping — while I was just staying in my zone!
He couldn’t! I was the victor!
On the world stage, I’m out of the picture!
To drink the isotonic — at the perfect time
To stop a muscle spasm… but the table, no support in its prime!
I remember it now, like it’s all in a rhyme — all these thirty years have flown!
The cramp seized my muscle — at the perfect time!
When at the eighth, they were pulling away
The Italians, the Turk — I wasn’t their friend that day!
And the top three prizes among them they’d play
BUT I’M STILL CONTENT — FOURTH IN EUROPE, I SAY!
No one believed… only I would repeat
When runners are stuck in the deep
For help, for salvation… the Lord took a seat
I’ve completed the mission! I proved it was true!
I did everything that I was meant to do!
Thirty years later, these verses I wrote
And Yandex Music invited me in, took note!
So come on, keep striving! Just dare, and start climbing!
Through gullies, up mountains, down slopes on the sand!
And break through the fear and the will that’s declining!
‘Cause it’s time to dilute… the sorrow that’s piling… in life’s demanding land
