Atlanteans hold the sky

Alexander Gorodnitsky.

When the heart is heavy
And cold in my chest.
To the steps of the Hermitage
Come at dusk
Where without drink and bread,
Forgotten for centuries
Atlanteans hold the sky
On hands of stone.
Atlanteans hold the sky
On stone hands.
Keep it colossal
Not honey - from the outside.
Their backs are tight
The knees are brought together.
Their hard work
More important than other works:
Some of them weaken -
And the sky will fall.
Some of them weaken -
And the sky will fall.
In the darkness the widows will cry
Will play the fields
And a purple mushroom will rise,
And the Earth will end.
And the sky from year to year
Everything presses harder
It trembles buzzing
Rocket ships.
It trembles buzzing
Rocket ships.

They stand, guys,
Chiseled bodies
Delivered once -
But the change did not come.
Their daylight does not please
They have no time for sleep at night,
Their beauty by shells
War is disfiguring.
Their beauty by shells
War is disfiguring.
They stand, forever
Put your foreheads in trouble
Not gods are men
Accustomed to work.
And still hope
Until then
Atlanteans hold the sky
On hands of stone.
Atlanteans hold the sky
On stone hands.