Текст песни Гайдук - Про штангиста

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And what am I, in fact, all about drug addicts and about drug addicts? Let me tell you about the athletes. In short, a case from the life of weightlifters.

In short, a case from the life of weightlifters. Such a weightlifter sits at home, drinks beer, eats calbasa, listens to the shooter on the mafon, then the van dam looks on the video. Awesome weightlifter himself: turnip in! shoulders in! the back is like a football field - but only this whole life does not rush it! No, not rushing! I want to pull a barbell - well, he's a weightlifter, in nature - but there is no barbell. Because it's off season.

And so our weightlifter gets up from the couch and pisses at an athletic party. And there are still the same weightlifters sitting there with longing in their eyes, some have not sniffed the barbells for a whole week. But, they say, in the evening the bar should be brought up. And what a barbell! The boys, they say, yesterday raised one pancake by six of them. But the price is appropriate - only no one has money. And our weightlifter too.

And around something sports life is in full swing! Here swimmers from the pool with breaststroke swam - you could borrow money from them, but what you say to them, they do not understand anything: water in their ears. Some have already been in the swim for two weeks - and what kind of money do they use? Well, so a real swimmer needs a lot: the city is big, there are a lot of people, you can always dive into the ball a couple of times. I dived there, then I dived - you look, I already swam.

Nearby, racers hang out - you can only hear about the fuel and about the cubic capacity. I go up to a familiar driver; Come on, I say, we'll throw ourselves on the barbell, otherwise we don't have enough. And he says: you me, Slavik, I'm sorry, but I fucked your bull's buzz in your mouth. It’s necessary, he says, to come up with something like that: to pull gravity. Yes, if, he says, I had money ... Well, of course, if he had money, he would have taken fuel for it, or some cogs and tongue, or, at least, he would have bought spare wheels. Well, thank God that he has no money.

But an athlete friend ran - we are to him, and he is from us. You see, he runs a marathon. The name of the First Salute. After him, other marathon runners flashed, did not even say hello. And nobody carries the barbell. And we have money for a maximum of two pancakes.

And suddenly our Kolya Schwarzenegger appears from around the corner - this dude has such a sports pseudonym that no one would guess. The gait is heavy, the eyes are red, the smile is characteristic. And rolls in front of him such a wheelbarrow with pancakes! Well, he says, guys, today we will have a rest: uncle from Dzhankoy sent a parcel. Here all the weightlifters immediately bloom on their faces and happily, but without too much haste, go to a secluded park. There they put pancakes on the barbell, screw them tightly so that they don't fly off, and begin to pull it in turn. A couple of times pulled - oh, how good! And then there were cops out of nowhere. "Ah," they shout, "got caught, the weightlifters are fucking! ..."

Well, and then what? And then we just broke them with pizdyyu, so as not to interfere with people culturally rest. After all, we, fucking, weightlifters, are not some kind of drug addicts - so let them not plant us on treason!