Uploaded January 2026 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
Russian lyrics by: Alexander Novikov
English lyrics and vocals by: Zhuravliov
Music, mastering and voice changing by: Max Kranich
Lyrics:
Don’t lift that weight, dear Clara,
You’ve got a womb, you know!
Don’t chase those gym-fed "Laras"
From covers in a row.
It seems you have forgotten:
A "torso" isn’t "bust",
And power in the cotton
Won’t bring you love — just rust.
Don’t chase the steel and muscle,
That triple-measured chest —
No men are in the hustle,
You’re far from being blessed.
In Rome, the gals were tender,
No dumbbells in their grip —
But still, they could engender
A strong and loving trip!
You’ve made our home a mountain
Of scrap and plates and bars —
A junkyard with a fountain
Of metal rods and scars.
You toss those balls like thunder,
You launch the hammer high —
But Clara, such a wonder…
Is too much for the eye!
The neighbor girls, they’re cherished,
Their men are soft and sweet.
And I, poor soul, feel perished —
That’s not my kind of treat!
They mock me when they’re drinking,
Just one more shot, they sneer:
"His girl could crush him, thinking
She’s some Olympic spear!"
And then your friends, God save us —
You shout, they shout right back!
Just dress them up in levis —
They’ll plow a farmer’s track!
No wedding bells are ringing,
They don’t need men at all,
With iron they are clinging —
They’re married to barbell!
While ballerinas haunt me,
I dream of dainty grace —
To Bolshoi they would want me,
With ribbons, silk, and lace.
But when I come back, weary,
And touch your bulging arm —
Good Lord, I feel so dreary —
It does more fear than charm!
What kind of girl, my darling,
Could make a sword her veil?
Steel boots instead of sparkling
Glass slippers in the tale.
A mace, a wrench, a chisel —
That’s all you seem to wield!
Oh Clara, you're a sizzle —
Forgive me if I yield.
At night I shake and shiver,
You march in, gym-devout —
My love, a weight-lift river
That’s pressing all hope out!
Eleven sets, no mercy,
You bench me with a grin…
Oh someone, come and nurse me —
Don’t let this brute begin!
Russian lyrics by: Alexander Novikov
English lyrics and vocals by: Zhuravliov
Music, mastering and voice changing by: Max Kranich
Lyrics:
Don’t lift that weight, dear Clara,
You’ve got a womb, you know!
Don’t chase those gym-fed "Laras"
From covers in a row.
It seems you have forgotten:
A "torso" isn’t "bust",
And power in the cotton
Won’t bring you love — just rust.
Don’t chase the steel and muscle,
That triple-measured chest —
No men are in the hustle,
You’re far from being blessed.
In Rome, the gals were tender,
No dumbbells in their grip —
But still, they could engender
A strong and loving trip!
You’ve made our home a mountain
Of scrap and plates and bars —
A junkyard with a fountain
Of metal rods and scars.
You toss those balls like thunder,
You launch the hammer high —
But Clara, such a wonder…
Is too much for the eye!
The neighbor girls, they’re cherished,
Their men are soft and sweet.
And I, poor soul, feel perished —
That’s not my kind of treat!
They mock me when they’re drinking,
Just one more shot, they sneer:
"His girl could crush him, thinking
She’s some Olympic spear!"
And then your friends, God save us —
You shout, they shout right back!
Just dress them up in levis —
They’ll plow a farmer’s track!
No wedding bells are ringing,
They don’t need men at all,
With iron they are clinging —
They’re married to barbell!
While ballerinas haunt me,
I dream of dainty grace —
To Bolshoi they would want me,
With ribbons, silk, and lace.
But when I come back, weary,
And touch your bulging arm —
Good Lord, I feel so dreary —
It does more fear than charm!
What kind of girl, my darling,
Could make a sword her veil?
Steel boots instead of sparkling
Glass slippers in the tale.
A mace, a wrench, a chisel —
That’s all you seem to wield!
Oh Clara, you're a sizzle —
Forgive me if I yield.
At night I shake and shiver,
You march in, gym-devout —
My love, a weight-lift river
That’s pressing all hope out!
Eleven sets, no mercy,
You bench me with a grin…
Oh someone, come and nurse me —
Don’t let this brute begin!
