He was a strong man-he trained boxing,
he was in love with my sister.
My father was strict, so I stayed on fast,
and they kissed long.
What a combo just him, my sister and me.
I was willing to do anything for him
and now I hear his warm voice
i his words live in me:
Chorus:
"Never cry,
even if it hurts a lot.
Don't you stop, don't you stop!
Pray to no one,
get up and go!
Don't stop!
Don't stop!
But the day has come- the grand finale
He came to the ring first
It was not a game, but a deal with death,
they carried him out covered in blood.
The doctor sadly muttered:
"That boy won't have it!"
I cried, and he opened and said quietly:
"Count, be a man!"
Chorus:
Don't stop!
And be a man!
Don't stop!