The girl without hands
What the fuck, what to do
I fell in love
The girl without hands
Fresh bandage
Pushes the stump to the chest
He bleeds again
The girl without hands
She was fifteen, named Nastya
Studying in a parallel class
Modestly dressed, always so calm
Sad
Above it is the boys laugh and throw it in the garbage
Called one-handed fool
Because she had one arm
And she is always silent in the classroom
And even when he knows the answer (which is rare)
She raises her hand to answer
But nobody sees it
After all, she pulls a stump up
Damn, it sucks lives
The girls laugh at her
Name with the toilet, smoking cigarettes and crack heroin itself is right in the skull
She tells them: & quot; no. & Quot;
Always goes home alone
At sunset
The school earns as a cleaner until late
Tears drip down her cheeks
He limps, because it is only one leg
And other wood like a pirate.
Chorus x2
She finally home
Too late
Silence steals
In his room to sleep
From the kitchen, shouting: & quot; Come here, creature! & Quot;
It freezes in horror
Slowly flowing instantly run a second
It is like a dream comes in smoky room
There sits her father
Drunk garbage wryly on his face
He grabs her hand, puts on a cutting board
He pulls out a butcher knife huge
Cut off from her hands a piece a couple of centimeters
Under the girl's screams straight starts to eat raw meat
While Nastia crawls into his room
As linoleum stretches bloody thread
Tears flow freely on school uniforms
The wallpaper inscription blood
The cries for help, who would save it?
Chorus (x2)
At night, when everyone is asleep restful sleep
In my apartment doorbell rang
I go to the door in his pajamas with ducklings
I opened the door, and there is Nastya
Hoarse breathing, the whole blood izlyapannaya
From shaking hands knife falls
& Quot; My God, what have you done, girl!
Of course, I live in the ghetto,
But even here there is no such hardcore! & Quot;
She smiles weakly
He looks at me with glassy eyes
He says he killed his father
And now I will answer for their sins
Beats me with a knife in the stomach
Damn, and because I loved it so
But always at her whinnying with boys
Supported team
I fall to the floor
Krovischa flows through my ducklings
Damn, generally unpleasant
To me, of course, before firing
It's the ghetto, friend
And now I do die
Now I Gough.
