Текст песни Константин Куклин - Самбо

When you stand in the corner of the carpet
And waiting for the referee's whistle,
I forget every time
Their excitement.
What are you for the young - a grandfather,
You go to go,
You have quite a few years,
You lost yesterday.
But the whistle - and again in the battle
You go to the center of the mat,
Forgetting offensive "pain"
That was yesterday.
Now you have to win
And to break into the final.
After all, without a fight is not worth living.
In the fight you knew life.
Handshake. Capture.
Snatch and podvorot.
And you spend your pickup
Thus, the soul sings!
Judge hand shot up.
The enemy shocked.
And suddenly your doubts
Gone like a dream.
Yes! The only way to live!
Contrary to the fate!
Search, go ahead and create.
In short - to live in the struggle!