Текст песни ЯрмаК - Детская обида

it snows outside , miserable apartment , no heating in the house , the corners damp, old bed , underneath a lot of dust , no water, no light, for all debts otklyuchili.Na window sits a boy , 12 years old, dreams that will go mom say: "Son , hello How was school? taught What's new ? can read a book or have been somewhere ? " And then the door opened korotnky conversation : "Son , go and buy the mother of vodka ! "
"Mom, what vodka ? ? I love you! "
"Do not listen , I pozavu father right now ! "
"You look at yourself , but who you have become ? People families , and you with me ever walked ? For all children, birthday , gifts , cakes, candles , and I have that ? House , only booze forever "
" Oh, you bastard , you're so bad to live? "
Dad took my belt and let my hands lupit.Bezzhalostno.U krovi.Vykinul in the door.
"Now here and live "
They are more plump, I on the steps in slezah.Krov , bruises , fear in his heart for children .
" Why is this so ? And for all this ? Nope anyone or grandmother or deda.Zachem me these parents alcoholics ? God what should I do ? Please, tell me "
Quietly elated door zaral things with kvartiry.Bezhal without stopping , 3-4 minutes .
"Mother Virgin, for which I am the punishment? Not really live without happiness my calling? "
Tears in his eyes , wet feet , I came to the teacher and fell asleep on the doorstep.

Chorus:
The sky above his head , tears blot out his hand .
God , please tell me, what is to blame for children?
The sky above his head , tears blot out his hand .
God , please tell me, what is to blame for children?

Utro.Menya found and taken to dom.Obogreli fed and asked, " that face? "
I kept silent , my eyes were led stydno.Vse knew our semyu.Vse ochevidno.Nina Petrovna was embraced as a native syna.Vzglyanula my eyes, wept and said, " Come on , we 'll take you, you will live with us, but if you want it can take to my mother "
"No need to mom , I have a very proshu.Mozhno I stay here I'll not dyshu.Menya zhdut.Ya not home they do not give a damn nuzhen.Im that is alive and well , or I have a cold "
She pressed her hands and hugged her tighter , I do not know why, but I felt in my soul legche.Ya remained alive , they raised me , gave money , clothed and loved, drove to the cottage every vyhodnye.Chuzhye people loved more than his feet rodnye.Postavili , saw my fate , I respectfully told them RODITELI.Gody went, I grew sharply , business , personal driver , mercedes ESKA already own family do not live tuzha.Tut doorbell and on the doorstep of two homeless .
" Good morning , son, you did not know? This mom and dad , and you did not expect? What a big house , but we do not remember how we kvartiry.Ty father loved you . "
I look them in the eye , baby hurt .
"Daddy, who's that? " said daughter - rita .
"This is our granddaughter ? "
" No, this is my daughter , here you are on the bottle , get away

Chorus:
The sky above his head , tears blot out his hand .
God , please tell me, what is to blame for children?
The sky above his head , tears blot out his 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 the window screaming guys eat ! And so they came , I refused slushat.Byli normal people , when there pili.Hotel ask : , " Where have you been before ? 's been years , thought - by the fire before - was not needed , then remembered about my son ! "
But since it is impossible, at least for the soul scar , she's my own mother , and he - native otets.Sorvalsya with space enough to suffer the fate , took them into the house.
The Lord taught , forgive!