Ярмак-Детская обида - Детская обида - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is snow outside the window, the wretched apartment, there is no heating in the house, in the corners of the dust, the old bed, under it there is a lot of dust, no water, no light, for debts everything turned off. On the window sits a boy, 12 years old, dreams that Mom will come, Says: "Son, hello! How is there at school? What's new taught? read books or maybe somewhere there were?" And there was a door Corotnic, "Son, go, buy a mother of vodka!"

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

"Do not listen, I'm my father right now I'll call!"

"You look at yourself, why did you become? People with families, and you at least once walked with me? All children are birthday, gifts, candles cakes, and what are you? At home, only booins are forever"

"Oh, you, scratch, do you live so bad?"

Batie took the belt and let me be rammed. Both. I have my hands in the blood. I spent the door.

"Now here and live"

They are further glow, I'm on the steps in tears. Krov, bruises, in the soul children's fear.

"Why is everything so? And for what is all this? No one, nor grandmother, nor grandfather. Why do I have these parents, Alkashi? God, what should I do? Please tell me"

Quietly overlooked the door, burned things from the apartment. Fished without stopping, minutes 3-4.

"Mother of the Virgin, for what I have a punishment? I don't really live without happiness my vocation?"

Tears in the eyes, wet legs, I came to the teacher and fell asleep on the threshold.

Chorus:

Heaven over the head, tears erase hand.

God, please answer me, what are the guilty of children?

Heaven over the head, tears erase hand.

God, please answer me, what are the guilty of children?

Morning. I found and took into the house. The workshops fed and asked: "What's with the face?"

I was silent, I was ashamed. Everything knew our family. It was obvious. He hugged him like a native son. Litched my eyes, I asked and asked: "Let's take you, you will live with us, but if you want that we can take to mom "

"I don't need to mom! I am very pleased. Maybe I will stay, I'm not breathing here. Do not wait for houses. I don't need it. I don't care about what is alive, I am alive or cut"

She pressed his hands and hugged stronger, I don't know why, but I was easier for me. I stayed to live, they raised me, gave money, dressed and loved, went to the country every weekend. Well, people loved more than relatives. Love on your feet , I saw my fate, I respectfully spoke on them my parents. Georgia, I grew sharply, business, personal driver, Mercedes Esca, already my own family, do not have a thaw. And the call is on the door and on the threshold two homeless.

"Hello, Son, didn't you know us? This is a mother with dad, and you did not wait? What a big house, and we do not have an apartment. You remember how you love you with my father."

I look in my eyes-child insult.

"Dad, who is this?" Asked her daughter Rita.

"Is this our granddaughter?"

"No, this is my daughter, nat on a bottle, get away away

Chorus:

Heaven over the head, tears erase hand.

God, please answer me, what are the guilty of children?

Heaven over the head, tears erase hand.

God, please answer me, what are the guilty of children?

Lit on the chair, the heart fell into the heel. I play my hearts together. How my mother screamed to eat: you have come to eat guys! And now they came, I refused to listen to normal people, when they didn't drink yet. I haven't been able to ask: "Where were you before? So many years have passed," the fireplace was not needed by the fireplace, "I didn't need it, they remembered the son!"

But it is impossible, at least in the soul, the scar, she is a native mother, and he is a native father. Sucked from the place, enough fate to suffer, took them to the house.

Lord taught to forgive!