Текст песни Александр Ярмак - Детская обида

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 say : & quot; son , hello How's school? What's taught ? reading a book or can else where ? & quot; And then the door opened a conversation korotnky : & quot; 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 ? For all children, birthday , gifts , cakes, candles , and I have what is? House , only drinking forever & quot;
& quot; Oh , you're an asshole , you're so bad live ? & quot;
Dad took the belt and let me lupit.Bezzhalostno.U my hands in krovi.Vykinul the door.
& quot; Now here and live & quot;
They are more plump, I on the steps in slezah.Krov , bruises , fear in his heart for children .
& quot; Why all this? And what is all this? Nope anyone nor grandmother , nor deda.Zachem me these parents alcoholics ? God what should 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:
The sky above his head , tears blot out his hand .
God, please tell me, what is to blame for the children ?
The sky above his head , tears blot out his 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 person ? & Quot;
I was silent , has withdrawn his eyes I was stydno.Vse knew our semyu.Vsё ochevidno.Nina Petrovna was embraced as a native syna.Vzglyanula my eyes, burst into tears and said : & quot; Come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 have a very proshu.Mozhno I stay I'm not there to house 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 her tighter , do not know why , but in my heart I was legche.Ya remained alive , they raised me , gave money , clothed and loved , went to the cottage every vyhodnye.Chuzhye people love more than rodnye.Postavili on foot , saw my fate , 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 homeless .
& quot; Good morning , son, you did not know? This mom and dad , and you did not expect? What a big house , and we have kvartiry.Ty remember how my father and I love you . & quot;
I look them in the eye , baby hurt .
& quot; Pope , 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 away

Chorus:
The sky above his head , tears blot out his hand .
God, please answer me , what is to blame for the children ?
The sky above his head , tears blot out his hand .
God, please tell me, what is to blame for the children ?

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