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it snows outside , shabby apartment in the house with no heating 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; 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 once walked ? All the children birthday , gifts , cakes, candles , and I have that there ? At home , only booze 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; So now here and live & quot;
They continue to thump , 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 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 went to the teacher and fell asleep on the doorstep.

Chorus:
The sky above his head , tears erase hand.
God , please tell me , what is to blame for children?
The sky above his head , tears erase hand.
God , please tell me , what is to blame for 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I was silent , has withdrawn his eyes I was stydno.Vse knew our semyu.Vsё ochevidno.Nina Petrovna was embraced as a native syna.Vzglyanula my eyes, wept and said : & quot; Come on , we 'll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; It is not necessary to my mother , I have a 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 & quot;
She pressed her hands and hugged tighter , I do not know why, but in my soul I was legche.Ya stayed , 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 say to them RODITELI.Gody passed, I grew sharply , business , personal driver , Mercedes Escala already own family , do not live tuzha.Tut doorbell and on the verge of two homeless .
& quot; Good morning , my son, you have not learned ? This mom and dad , and that you did not expect ? What a big house , and we do not kvartiry.Ty remember how my father loved you . & quot;
I look them in the eye , a children's resentment .
& quot; The 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 the hell away

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

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