Дмитрий Гайдук - Про штангиста - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And what am I, really, all about drug addicts and drug addicts? Let me tell you better about the athletes. In short, an incident from the life of weightlifters.

In short, an incident from the life of weightlifters. This kind of weightlifter sits at home, drinks beer, eats kalbasa, listens to the chuff on the phone, then watches the van lady on video. Awesome weightlifter: turnip! shoulders in! his back is like a football field - but all this life doesn’t bother him! No, it’s not rushing! I want to lift a barbell - well, he’s a weightlifter, by nature - but there’s no barbell. Because it's the off-season.

And so our weightlifter gets up from the couch and goes to an athlete’s party. And there are still the same weightlifters sitting there with longing in their eyes, some haven’t sniffed weights for a whole week. But, they say, the barbell should be delivered by evening. And what a barbell! The boys, they say, yesterday six of us lifted one pancake. But the price is appropriate - but no one has the money. And our weightlifter too.

And sports life is in full swing all around! Here are the breaststroke swimmers swimming out of the pool - you could borrow money from them, but what you tell them, they don’t understand anything: there is water in their ears. Some have already been swimming for two weeks - and how much money are they swimming with? Well, how much does a real swimmer need: the city is big, there are a lot of people, you can always dive a couple of times on a ball. I dived here, dived here - look, I’ve already swam enough.

Racing drivers hang out nearby - all you hear is about fuel and cubic capacity. I approach a familiar racer; Come on, I say, let’s chip in for the barbell, otherwise we don’t have enough. And he says: forgive me, Slavik, - your bullish high has not bothered me for a long time. Well, he says, you need to come up with something like this: lifting weights. Yes, if I, he says, had money... Well, of course, if he had money, he would have bought fuel with it, or some tongue-and-groove screws, or, at worst, bought spare wheels. Because he can't even hit the bar.

But an athlete I know ran by - we came to him, and he left us. He's running a marathon, you see. Named after the First Salute. Other marathon runners flashed behind him without even saying hello. But no one is carrying weights. And we only have enough money for two pancakes.

And suddenly our Kolya Schwarzenegger appears from around the corner - this guy has such a sports nickname that no one would guess. The gait is heavy, the eyes are red, the smile is characteristic. And he rolls this car with pancakes in front of him! Well, he says, guys, today we’ll have some fun: my uncle from Dzhankoy sent a package. Here all the weightlifters immediately light up their faces and joyfully, but without unnecessary haste, go to a secluded public garden. There they put weights on the barbell, screw them tightly so that they don’t fall off, and begin to pull it one by one. They pulled a couple of times - oh, how good! And then the cops came out of nowhere. “Ah,” they shout, “gotcha, you fucking weightlifters!”

Well, what next? And then we simply tapped them on the pumpkin, so as not to interfere with people’s cultural recreation. After all, we are athletic guys, weightlifters, not some kind of drug addicts! And let them not set us up for treason!