Текст и перевод песни Серёга - King Ring

King Ring

A chto eto za paren', o kotorom tresk i shorokh,
Vyshel v ring, gotovyy rasteret' lyubogo v pyl' i porokh?
Vse govoryat, on molod, ego kulak-molot,
Zato iskolot, on davno dlya draki ishchet povod.
Navodit strakhu na boytsov parnishka svoy v rubakhu,
B'yot-vzmakh, pukh i prakh- tem, kto metit nizhe pakhu.
On vyshel rostom i vesit dobrykh devyanosto.
I s nog ego, rebyata, sbit' zaprosto ne prosto.
Razmakh khlyostkiy, udar zhestkiy, da kto zhe on?
Chto tam eshchyo za novyy chempion pryot na rozhon?
Tot, o kotorom vsyo trut, govoryat vokrug,
Dolzhen vyyti v ring i pokazat', chto on tochno krut!
King Ring!
S vidu borz, znachit tot eshchyo u parnya mozg.
Razvedka dzhebom v korpus - srazu viden stil' i fors.
Ne znaet lishnikh dvizheniy, on bez somnen'ya geniy,
Bystree teni dostaet do solnechnykh spleteniy.
Otkuda sila, boytsovaya shal'naya zhila.
B'et s obeikh ruk, vdrug khuk, ostryy, budto shilo.
Gazety pishut: "Zol i agressiven, primitiven"
Odnako interes u parnya vpolne sportivnyy
Ne dlya zabavy radi, ne radi millionov
Parnishka bezymyannyy vyrubaet chempionov.
On tot, kto iz goda v god zhal svoy pot,
Chtoby vzyat' dzhek-pot, i vot
On seychas provodit apprkot.
King Ring!
(Ya skazal mne ne nuzhna korona - ya peredumal...)
Skazhite, chto za on, chto eto za paren'?
Korol' vsegda v udare,
Khochesh' boks- postoy s nim v pare.
Kto znaet, kakova tsena u korony?
Ey, chempion, treniruy nyrki i uklony!
Snova stoyka, boyko prokhodit dvoyka.
Stol'kim stoykim nuzhny potom s***'yo i kroyka!
Parnishka sobstvennuyu ten' poslal by v nokdaun,
Pervyy raund, posledniy raund, finish basta, count down!
Tak chto eto za paren', o kotorom shum i gam,
Vyshel v ring gotovyy zhevat' kanaty, budto babl-gam?
Korony sving: vsem blevat' na pol svoy shot-drink!
Vidish' koronu v kol'tse?
Zapomni, eto King Ring!
King Ring!

King Ring

Who's this guy they're all whispering about, dear?
He steps in the ring, ready to crush anyone to dust, my dear.
They say he's young, his fists like hammers,
Yet he's marked, been looking for a fight, no stammer.
This boy in a shirt strikes fear in fighters' hearts,
A swing, a puff, and dust - for those aiming below the belt, departs.
He stands tall and weighs a good ninety kilos,
Knocking him off his feet, darling, ain't simple, you know.
A sweeping swing, a harsh blow, who is he then?
What new champion is this, charging headfirst again?
The one they're all talking about, buzzing around,
He's gotta step in the ring and show he's truly profound!
King Ring!
He looks sharp, so the guy's got brains too.
A free jab to the body - style and force in view.
No wasted moves, he's a genius, no doubt,
Faster than a shadow, he hits solar plexus, lights out.
Where's this power from, this wild fighting vein,
Hits with both hands, a sudden hook, sharp as a pain.
Papers write: "Angry and aggressive, primitive"
But his interest, darling, is purely competitive.
Not for fun, not for millions to hold,
This nameless boy knocks out champions, bold.
He's the one who, year after year, spills his sweat,
To win the jackpot, and let me tell you, pet,
He's throwing an uppercut, no regret.
King Ring!
(I said I didn't need a crown - I changed my mind...)
Tell me, who is he, this guy we find?
The king's always on fire, you see,
Wanna box? Stand with him, if you please, and be.
Who knows the price of the crown he wears?
Hey champ, train your ducks and dodges, prepare!
Back in stance, a swift one-two flies,
Such resilience needs stitches and goodbyes!
This boy would knock his own shadow down,
First round, last round, finish, basta, countdown!
So who's this guy they're all fussing about, my dear,
Stepping in the ring, ready to chew the ropes like bubblegum, I fear?
Crown swing: everyone puke your shot-drink on the floor!
See the crown in the ring? You know the score?
Remember, this is King Ring, that's for sure!
King Ring!