БАНДИТКА ИРУСЯ - Детска обида - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It is snowing outside the window, a miserable apartment, the house has no heating, it is damp in the corners, an old bed, there is a lot of dust under it, no water, no light, everything was turned off for debts. A boy, 12 years old, sits at the window, dreaming that his mother will come, will say: "Sonny, hello! How is it at school? What new things did you learn? Did you read books or maybe you were somewhere?" And then the door opened a short conversation: "Sonny, go buy your mother vodka!"

"Mom, what kind of vodka ?? I love you!"

"You don’t listen, I’ll give my father a heart!"

"You look at yourself, but who have you become? People are families, and have you walked with me at least once? All children have a birthday, gifts, candles cakes, but what have I got? At home, only drinking is eternal"

"Oh, you asshole, is it so bad for you to live?"

Dad took the belt and let's beat me. Mercilessly. My hands are covered in blood. He threw it out the door.

"Now live here"

They continue to plump, I am on the steps in tears, blood, bruises, fear of children in my soul.

"Why is everything so? And what is it all for? There is no one, neither grandmother, nor grandfather. Why do I need these parents, drunks? God, what should I do? Please, tell me"

He quietly opened the door, picked up the things from the apartment, ran without stopping, 3-4 minutes.

"Mother theotokos, why am I punished? Isn't it really my calling to live without happiness?"

Tears in my eyes, my feet got wet, I went to the teacher and fell asleep on the threshold.

Chorus:

The sky above my head, I will erase my tears with my hand.

God, please tell me, what are the children to blame?

The sky above my head, I will erase my tears with my hand.

God, please tell me, what are the children to blame?

Morning. They found me and took me to the house. They gave me food and asked: "What's wrong with my face?"

I was silent, took my eyes away, I was ashamed. Everyone knew our family. Everything was obvious. Nina Petrovna hugged her like her own son. She looked into my eyes, cried and asked: "Let's take you, you will live with us, but if you want we can take to mom "

"Don't go to my mom! I beg you. Maybe I'll stay, I'm not breathing here. They don't wait for me at home. They don't need me. They don't give a damn if I'm alive, healthy or have a cold."

She pressed her arms and hugged me tighter, I don't know why, but my soul felt better. I stayed to live, they raised me, gave me money, dressed and loved me, went to the dacha every weekend. Strangers loved more than my relatives. , they saw my fate, I respectfully spoke to them PARENTS. The years went by, I grew up dramatically, business, personal driver, Mercedes ESKA, already our own family, we don't live to live. Then the doorbell rings and there are two homeless people on the doorstep.

"Hello, son, you didn't recognize us? This is mom and dad, why didn't you expect? What a big house, and we don't have an apartment. Do you remember how we loved you with your father."

I look them in the eye - a childish resentment.

“Dad, who is this?” Asked Rita's daughter.

"Is this our granddaughter?"

"No, this is my daughter, here's a bottle, get away

Chorus:

The sky above my head, I will erase my tears with my hand.

God, please tell me, what are the children to blame?

The sky above my head, I will erase my tears with my hand.

God, please tell me, what are the children to blame?

I sat down on a chair, my heart sank in my heels. I remember how my father and I played hide and seek together. How my mother shouted from the window: Guys to eat! And so they came, I refused to listen. There were normal people when they had not yet drank. I wanted to ask: "Where have you been before? So many years have passed, - thoughts by the fireplace, - it was not needed earlier, then they remembered about their son!"

But this is not possible, even though there is a scar on my soul, she is his own mother, and he is his own father. He rushed from the place, fate had enough to suffer, took them to the house.

The Lord taught to forgive!