Текст песни Ярмак - Детская обида суперова писня

it snows outside , squalid apartment , no heating in the house , at the corners of damp, old bed , underneath a lot of dust , no water, no light, for the debts of all otklyuchili.Na window sits a boy , 12 years old , dreams that will go mom says : & quot; Son, hello! How's school? What's taught ? read books or can somewhere were ? & quot; And then the door opened a conversation korotnky : & quot; My son , go and buy the mother of vodka ! & quot;
& quot; Mom, what vodka ?? I love you ! & quot;
& quot; do not listen , I'm a father right now pozavu ! & quot;
& quot; You look at yourself , but who you have become ? People families , and you with me ever walked ? All children birthday gifts , cakes, candles , and I have that ? At home , only drinking forever & quot;
& quot; Oh , you're an asshole , you're so bad live ? & quot;
Dad took the belt and let me in my hands lupit.Bezzhalostno.U krovi.Vykinul the door.
& quot; So now here and live & quot;
They continue to thump , I'm on the stairs in slezah.Krov , bruises , in the shower childish fear .
& quot; Why all this? And what is all this? Nope anyone or grandmother or deda.Zachem me these parents alcoholics ? God, what do I do ? Please, tell me & quot;
Quietly elated door zaral things with kvartiry.Bezhal without stopping , 3-4 minutes .
& quot; Mother Mother of God , for which I punished ? Not really live without happiness is my vocation ? & quot;
Tears in his eyes, wet feet , I came to the teacher and fell asleep on the doorstep.

Chorus:
Sky overhead , tears blot hand.
God, please tell me , what is to blame for the children ?
Sky overhead , tears blot hand.
God, please tell me , what is to blame for the children ?

Utro.Menya found and taken to the dom.Obogreli fed and asked : & quot; that face ? & Quot;
I was silent , has withdrawn his eyes I knew it was our stydno.Vse semyu.Vsё ochevidno.Nina Petrovna was embraced as a native syna.Vzglyanula my eyes, wept and said : & quot; Come on , we 'll take you, you will live with us, but if you want something can take to Mom & quot;
& quot; Do not be a mom! I love you very proshu.Mozhno I stay , I'm not here at home dyshu.Menya not zhdut.Ya they do not give a damn nuzhen.Im that is alive and well , I have a cold or the & quot;
She pressed her hands and hugged tighter , do not know why, but I felt in my soul legche.Ya remained alive , they raised me , gave money , clothed and loved , went to the cottage every vyhodnye.Chuzhye people loved more than his feet rodnye.Postavili and the fate of my saw , I respectfully told them RODITELI.Gody went, I grew sharply , business , personal driver , mercedes esque already own family , do not live tuzha.Tut doorbell and on the verge of two vagabonds.
& quot; Good morning , son, you have not learned ? It's mom and dad , and you did not expect? What a great house and we have kvartiry.Ty remember how my father loved you . & quot;
I look them in the eye , baby hurt .
& quot; Dad, who is this ? & quot; 'asked my daughter Rita .
& quot; This is our granddaughter ? & quot;
& quot; No, this is my daughter , here you are on the bottle , get the hell off

Chorus:
Sky overhead , tears blot hand.
God, please tell me , what is to blame for the children ?
Sky overhead , tears blot hand.
God, please tell me , what is to blame for the children ?

Sat down on the chair , my heart sank into pyatki.Pomnyu as my father played together in pryatki.Kak mom out the window shouting : Guys eat ! And here they come , I refused slushat.Byli normal people , when there is not pili.Hotel ask: & quot; Where did you used to be ? So many years have passed, the fire -thought , -ranshe was not needed, then remembered his son ! & quot;
But since it is impossible , at least for the soul of the scar , she , a mother , and he is a native - otets.Sorvalsya with space enough to suffer the fate , took them into the house.
The Lord taught , forgive!