Текст песни Lain - Изгои

Someone is not waiting for them at home
Their house is street
Their friends are just like them
Every day they live on the street
Surviving as they can
Someone dies from the cold, and someone from AIDS
They sell their bodies
At night, making money for bread
Or maybe a new dose
Cheap packs of cigarettes
They rarely survive
From severe beatings and bullying
In an orphanage or in the police
Exchanging today's forgiveness
For a cheap blowjob
Well they have nowhere to go
Stayed on the street with people like them
Forgotten school and the first bell
Hunger and the belt of a drunk mother
Father's reproaches and bloody drips from dad's hand
Eternal tears and night cold
They do not care
As if they were completely gone
Tender age and weak psyche
Nerves are swayed, they don't give a damn about life
Sell ​​honor - they have nothing to lose

They were left for a long time by parents
Having exchanged them for two bottles of cheap vodka
Groves in garbage or stealing
They have no one to caress or love
Living in groups or alone
Every day is a test
Selling your honor
Juvenile bitches
Going with every moral freak
Enduring cruelty and pain
Kneeling down
From beatings of elders
Living on the street, freezing from the cold
Leaving for suicide
Could not stand another harsh day
From blood streaks, eternal bruises and traces of lashes
Cruel punishments for not received ruble

Belonging to ourselves
And not believing in god
Children in whose hearts a different worldview
The severity of eternal days
Have not seen the love of people
Soul wounded
Bodily injury
Having run away from home, unable to bear humiliation
There is no rest in the orphanage
Bullying senior
Iron-harness belt
Cold and eternal hunger
With a collar on the neck
Like a thing stingrays maids
Their fragile soul
Like bloody tears
Can't love and betray
Outcasts of society and the problem of the people
Persecuted by the people, cheap entertainment
For not like all people

They did not see love and did not see care
Night in the cold winter and food of good people
And then to the police station
Test your body for strength
And the soul got cold and the tears froze
And black eyes still hold on to the pulse
Cooled from the seam of self pity
And you can not get away from the harsh reality
In the morning they hide and ask that they give
On a glass of milk
And at night, sex and children's tears
Reproaches of elders and stupid nonsense
Vodka inflated regular grandfather
Exchanging money for a cheap blowjob
Selling yourself and your fake laugh
And if no luck gang violence
And they will throw twenty rubles
With the words "Sorry, you're not beautiful."
Slaves of the night, puppets for adults
They have matured faster than other children.
Learned the cruelty of this world
Exhausted bodies withstood hands and hard things
And the tender children's psyche broke
And dissolved in the truth of life

They just wanted to be like everyone else
What would be simple parents
Play with normal kids
and communicate with people like them
Go to school and hear the first bell and the kind voice of relatives
To love and be loved
To build dreams
To make wishes by blowing out happy birthday candles
And do not go hungry, feel eternal cold
Fulfill the wish of well-fed majors
Collect garbage in the trash and steal
Give your baby soul to a man from the street
Weak body for money to sell
From a man, a fume carries
In the company of such a moral freak
Do not sleep on concrete and do not ask on the street
On a piece of bread that will be taken away anyway
Belonging to yourself - not the street
What was a dream turned into misery
Demon means of subsistence
Dark past and cruel present
People, yes help me finally find them
Have a bright future