Текст песни 0 km prod - Drug bez druga

I remember the scraps of childhood
frames in the head about bad moments
I was a little kid my father threw me
BUT!
Just disappeared, left no memory.
only a photo in the lilac frame
I was not needed, and especially mom

After the death of my father, my world is as if destroyed
mom was left alone seeing her son by the hand
saw mommy's tears on rosy pink cheeks
But what is it that happened? I'm still a child

So I wanted to leave, so I wanted to be alone
from all the fuss to the grave to father there I can think
That little boy with a torn book in his arms
he has no one to play with anymore, for him this world is naively played

And he wanted so much to be proud of him
so that parents were relatives and care

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Several years passed, I did not notice
sat down with my mother at the table
and listened to her one year old gossip
I beg you Mom put this damn pile
what happens to you and where is maternal pride
where is mom with that goal high

In school I was hated constantly stebaya for appearances
I didn’t like them they hurt me like I was poorly dressed
No one stood up all the forces in vain was a quiet outcast
This is my recurrence here is my death she is always arguing with him
Yes they are litter

hid all offenses, frightened by hysteria
But the boy sorry he just in himself is now unsure
a single child wanders into an empty mother is not needed
he did not hear about the word native does not know the concept of friendship

my story is in my thoughts forever
I'll be the same little child Recurrent of death