найтивыход - на лавочке у дома - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It’s warmer on a bench near home than at home, and even better on a bench in another country.

Starting a family in order to look for a reason to leave is not at all what you wanted, is it?

And we love each other so much, but we breathe only when we are alone.

When everyone has weekends, those are the worst, long days.

Adults work until they cough up their lungs and have varicose veins in their legs, are proud of themselves, point at every sore and want to be followed as an example, to be equaled...

How can you live up to your worst nightmare?

The younger ones understand that a life for which you have to kill yourself is not a gift at all.

They understand and don’t think about material things; they don’t care where the money they live on comes from.

They understand, they take... and they don’t respect such merciless work.

She wanted to be closer to him, broke walls, drank oceans in sips, but his socks, again thrown by the bed, undermined her.

He wanted to be closer to her, without sparing himself he went through more than one hellish circle, but he could not survive the friends who came to visit her again for a “chat”.

They wanted to create a new life, a new person, working hard at night, knowing only bread and water, but when “bad” music, wrong independent decisions, and bad company interfered with the priesthood of the new life, they deprived it of its freedom.

Defenders punish so often that... who would protect them from them.

Children suck the medicine of freedom straight from the skin, and the skin makes it look even more painful.

- “Well, since I’m helping and educating, then let them at least be ashamed.”

It’s strange, in the children’s eyes you can see nothing but thirst and anger.

Baby, did you get a gift? Fear God, don't take it. What you! No duplicity!

It’s just that they will remind you of this at the first opportunity... and at the thousandth.

Did you give a gift? So why are you standing? Move on and don't stop people from nagging each other.

Only, sooner or later, usually late, but regularly, the native smile turns into a grin, then beware: the grin will not forgive, it will show you how you, dear, got him!

The services will turn into flour. Phones, remote controls, irons - like stray bullets. The beds are like trenches. Tears are a white flag.

No, not these “squeezed out”, not manipulations,

From these people there is only one word in my head - I will kill!

A couple of blows, and here they are, real tears, now you can give up in battle.

Here it is, your child. Do you remember how just yesterday he took his first steps, holding your hand? And today this hand gives slaps in the face for a late, not the first, return.

Marvelous! Why don't they listen to you?

While dragging your wife, for her rudeness, around the apartment, by her hair, look at her haggard face.

Ask, no matter what, with the answer “yes.” Do you recognize the very “yes” that fell from the lips of those praying?

It flew away, after your vow to protect her, the vows of the two getting married.

You don’t know when the anger will gradually subside - on a bench, after a smoke break, or on the road.

...either you don't leave because you want to stay, or you stay because you can't leave.