EKATET PANIN
10.09.2026
The inscription in Russian: “Luck is for the best. 30 yers. There is a joke based on the fact that the Russian word *ВЕЗЁТ* means both "to transport" and "to have good luck."
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Song lyrics with translation at the end of the article.
Текст песни с переводом в конце статьи.
THIS EPISODE IS IN ENGLISH ON THE OFFICIAL WEBSITE: https://southpark.cc.com/episodes/q743k3/south-america-go-fund-yourself-season-18-ep-1
LYRICS TO THE SONG "ATLANTES":
When a weight lies heavy on your heart
And a chill grips your chest,
Come to the steps of the Hermitage
As twilight settles in—
Where, without food or drink,
Forgotten by the ages,
Atlantes hold up the sky
On their hands of stone.
Holding it—that massive bulk—
Is no easy, pleasant task.
Their backs are strained,
Their knees are locked tight.
Their grueling labor
Outweighs all other toil:
Should but one of them falter—
The sky itself would fall.
Widows would weep in the darkness,
Fields would burn to ash,
A violet mushroom cloud would rise,
And the Earth would meet its end.
Yet year by year, the sky
Bears down with greater weight;
It trembles from the roar
Of rocket-ships in flight.
There they stand, my friends—
Bodies carved with grace—
They were set up once,
But the shift never came.
Daylight brings them no joy,
And night offers no sleep.
War’s shells disfigure
Their sculpted beauty.
There they stand, forever
Bracing their brows against calamity—
Not gods, but mortal men,
Accustomed to hard labor.
And hope lives on
For as long as the Atlantes
Hold up the sky
On their hands of stone.
1963
ТЕКСТ ПЕСНИ "АТЛАНТЫ":
Когда на сердце тяжесть
И холодно в груди,
К ступеням Эрмитажа
Ты в сумерки приди,
Где без питья и хлеба,
Забытые в веках,
Атланты держат небо
На каменных руках.
Держать его, махину —
Не мед со стороны.
Напряжены их спины,
Колени сведены.
Их тяжкая работа
Важней иных работ:
Из них ослабни кто-то —
И небо упадёт.
Во тьме заплачут вдовы,
Повыгорят поля,
И встанет гриб лиловый,
И кончится Земля.
А небо год от года
Все давит тяжелей,
Дрожит оно от гуда
Ракетных кораблей.
Стоят они, ребята,
Точеные тела, —
Поставлены когда-то,
А смена не пришла.
Их свет дневной не радует,
Им ночью не до сна.
Их красоту снарядами
Уродует война.
Стоят они, навеки
Уперши лбы в беду,
Не боги — человеки,
Привычные к труду.
И жить еще надежде
До той поры, пока
Атланты небо держат
На каменных руках.
1963