Текст песни А.Городницкий - Атланты

And cold in the chest.
By steps Hermitage
You come in the twilight ,
Where no drink and bread,
Forgotten for centuries ,
Atlanta hold the sky
On the stone hands .

Keep it colossus
No honey - from the outside.
Strained their backs ,
Knees are summarized .
Their hard work
It is important to other works :
Among them becomes weak someone -
And the sky will fall.

In the darkness weep widow
Povygoryat field
And get up purple mushroom ,
And ending with the Earth .
And the sky every year
All presses harder ,
It trembles Hood
Rocket ships .

They are guys
Chiseled body
Delivered once -
A change did not come.
Their daylight is not happy ,
They can not sleep at night ,
Their beauty of shells
War spoils .

They are forever
Leaning their foreheads in trouble
Not gods - men,
Accustomed to work.
And live for hope
Until such time as
Atlanta sky hold
On the stone hands .