Lyrics ДДТ - Мальчик слепой

Blind boy, in a pink jacket, in blue pants, a copper-haired, in a white car of a colored electric train.
The blind boy, helplessly turns in front of him with his eyes wide on ... fingers.
Asking ordinary childhood questions to a grandmother squeezed into a beige cloak, a grandmother napping a wisp of heat
Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother!

How do we drive

Blind boy, what await you in this boisterous, shrill space?
Begging for trifles in dirty train stations? Glue cardboard? To moo on the button accordion?
Getting drunk to the touch with a sick prostitute?
Or hear and ... Give the world music? Give the world music!
Or hear and ... Give the world music? Give the world music!

O blind boy, born of worlds mired in darkness, you are my light, you are my century, a bloody fountain.
Oh blind boy asking normal childhood questions to a grandmother squeezed into a beige cloak,
To the grandmother, dozing a shred of heat.
Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother! Grandmother!

How do we drive
What do we see?
How do we love?

Oh blind boy. The boy is blind.