Текст песни Юрий Кукин - Атланты держат небо на каменных руках

A parody of the song Alexander Gorodnitski

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

Keep it colossus - no honey or barbecue,
Especially someone frail since childhood and was not used.
And next to the women go, with friends drink vodka ...
And it brings your knees - they do not give change.

Are they 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.