Текст песни Yarmak - Детская обида

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I was silent, has withdrawn his eyes I was stydno.Vse knew our semyu.Vsё ochevidno.Nina Petrovna was embraced as a native syna.Vzglyanula my eyes, wept and said: & quot; Come on, we'll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!