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

The window is snowing, a wretched apartment, there is no heating in the house, in the corners of damp, an old bed, under it there is a lot of dust, neither water, nor light, everything turned off for debts. The boy is sitting on the window, 12 years old, dreams that mother will come in, he will come in. He will say: “Son, hello! How is it at school? What was the new one? They read books or maybe there were somewhere?” And then the door opened a corner conversation: “Son, go, buy a mother of vodka!”

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

"You don’t listen, I’ll call my father now!"

"You look at yourself, who have you become? People are families, and you walked with me at least once? All children have birthday, gifts, cakes, candles, and what do I have? At home, only booze forever."

"Ah, you asshole, you are so bad to live?"

Dad took the belt and let's beat me. Blind. I have my hands in the blood. He threw me out the door.

"Now live here and live"

They continue to thump, I'm on the steps in tears. Krov, bruises, child fear in the soul.

"Why is it all? And why is it all? There is no one, neither grandmother nor grandfather. Why do I have these parents, drunks? God forbid what should I do? I ask, tell me"

Quietly inspired the door, took things from the apartment. He ran without stopping, 3-4 minutes.

"Mother Virgin Mary, why should I punish? Is it not really to live without happiness my vocation?"

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

Chorus:

The sky above the head, will erase the tears with his hand.

God, please answer me what the children are to blame for?

The sky above the head, will erase the tears with his hand.

God, please answer me what the children are to blame for?

Morning. They found and took it into the house. Grouped, fed and asked: "What about the face?"

I was silent, I took my eyes ashamed. They knew our family all. Everything was obvious. Nino Petrovna hugged like her own son. She looked into my eyes, burst into tears and asked: “Let us take you, you will live with us, but if you want, then you want, then you want, then you want it, then if you want it, then We can take it to mom "

"No need to mom! I am very sought. I can stay, I don’t breathe here. They don’t wait at home. I don’t need it. I don't give a damn about what is alive, well, or a cold"

She pressed her hands and hugged it stronger, I don’t know why, but it became easier for me to live. I stayed to live, they raised me, gave me money, dressed and loved, went to the country every weekend. Little people loved more than relatives. They saw my fate, I spoke with respect for them. My parents were going on, I grew up sharply, business, personal driver, a Mercedes Esca, already my own family, we do not live in the doorbell and two homeless people on the threshold.

"Hello, son, you didn’t recognize us? Is this a mother and dad, but what did you not wait for? Which house is big, and we don’t have an apartment. Do you remember how my father and I loved you."

I look in the eyes of the Death resentment.

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

"Is this our granddaughter?"

"No, this is my daughter, find a bottle for you, get away

Chorus:

The sky above the head, will erase the tears with his hand.

God, please answer me what the children are to blame for?

The sky above the head, will erase the tears with his hand.

God, please answer me what the children are to blame for?

I sat down on a chair, my heart fell on the heels. I remember how my father and I played hide and seek together. As my mother shouted from the window: “Guys eat!” And now they came, I refused to listen to normal people when they didn’t drink. Ask: “Where have you been before? So many years have passed,” thoughts by the fireplace, -In was not needed, then they remembered about the son! ”

But it is impossible, at least in the soul of a scar, she is a-tin mother, and he is a fat father. He rushed from a place, stop fate to suffer, took them into the house.

The Lord taught-sung!