Текст песни mc SeNDeR - Бездомный

1 verse:

I'm in this life the one who is unlucky
My house burned down, all the documents, my passport and my home,
But I did not lose heart, _ but I was not able to defeat evil,
Better toss me a coin people, just without words.

Now I want to buy so much
At least something to cry, and something to drink,
But there’s ZERO in your pocket, and it’s a hole the size of a wheel,
I’d better wait for the rain to drink it.

The veil in the sky became a dark blue canvas
Finally, I will quench my roar in my stomach with fresh air,
A little rain inside will dry the whole drought,
Now I drank, ate, and we can continue to live on.

And thank God, for being still alive,
Thank you for not losing your hoof and forgiving you
Most of all awards I appreciate your image in my head,
Although you can’t limit even the world to everything.

Chorus:

I don’t cry for help, and don’t ask for help,
But God grant me, survive this night,
It's too early for me to leave, I know for sure
Find out I ask you your slave handwriting.

I need neither fame nor big victories
Just please, let there be bread in the morning,
A glass of water to drink all
what to eat
That the stomach would not curl up from my problems.

Verse 2:

And in the morning I woke up again, Glory to Gd,
And like bread crumbs survived on the road,
I'm on my way again, I have already torn my legs in blood,
But I perfectly believe that I will not see this again.

Lord God, accept my prayer to heaven
The fact that I am guilty before you, I already know myself,
And I won’t ask anything beyond your capabilities,
Only the possibility of a fall to open my parachute.

Suddenly there was a thunder, the wind began to beat harder
Something is happening and unable to stop so
,
Can I dream all this? Maybe it's time to close?
From these thoughts and rain that lasts already a day.

Someone is apparently dissatisfied with what I'm saying here,
Most likely the culprit is to me that triumph,
But something sparkled in front of the horizon,
And a sound of some kind ran through my membranes.

Chorus:

I don’t cry for help, and don’t ask for help,
But God grant me, survive this night,
It's too early for me to leave, I know for sure
Find out I ask you your slave handwriting.

I need neither fame nor big victories
Just please, let there be bread in the morning,
A glass of water to drink all
what to eat
That the stomach would not curl up from my problems.

Verse 3:

Opening my eyes, I wondered what happened?
I’m dressed in clear clothes, there is a loot in my pocket,
Not mine, maybe I drank something wrong
And not that the people around me are so full.

Some room, and a noise sounds to me,
What the heck? A minute ago I was homeless
Screams from the crowd like I'm in the abyss
And these blades bring news.

Not knowing what to say, I'm at a minus and a cue ball,
He told me under the rhyme who I was and who I became
What was then passed and thanks to Gd,
For making me so dear to someone now.

A few years later, back to heaven,
I looked up
that life is not empty
Say thanks to the one who gave me paradise
Thanks to God for changing tatters to a medal.

Chorus:

And yet I screamed for help, asked for help,
And God gave me, Lord, to survive these nights,
It was too early for me to leave, I knew for sure
After all, God knew the slave of his handwriting.

I need neither fame nor big victories,
I just wanted to use regular bread in the morning,
A glass of water to drink all
what to eat
That the stomach would not curl up from my problems.