When a coach stands at rink's side,
He's holding the athlete's hands
And into his ears from his mouth
He puts the words of good luck.
That's how you hold my hands,
And also you hold my legs.
And you are never away,
Though I run on ice of life.
Because, as a coach, you hold -
For that to you I am thankful.
I'm not the best of universe
But also do well my dancing.