Текст песни Юрий Кукин - Атланты держат небо на каменных руках

A parody of the song Alexander Gorodnitski

When the severity of the heart and bad in the stomach,
Hurry to the Hermitage, even in the dark,
Where no drinking and bread - prison rations,
Atlanta hold the sky in the hands of stone.

Keep it colossus - no honey and barbecue,
Especially frail and who from childhood was not used.
And next to the women walk, drink vodka with friends ...
And it reduces the knees - they do not give change.

They are guys - machined body
Delivered once what my mother gave birth.
In others, these pieces uzhastno angry
They released the hand, and the sky of the sky - hryas!

And even over Canada will not be blue.
& Quot; Do not, uh, do not! & Quot; - So you scream.
Hope will continue until such time until
Hold on Gorodnitsky own hands.