Текст песни Алексей Кортнев - ваши боги все прощают вам

I began life in the slums of the city,
And the good things I have not heard.
When you caress children svoih-
I have asked, I was freezing.
You are seeing me do not hide glance
After all, I'm nothing, nothing to blame.

Losing.

For you threw me, for what?
Where is my focus? Where is my night?
Do not you recognize my relatives,
And I tell you brother, I am a person.
Do you ever pray to their gods,
And all your gods forgive you.

Losing.

Edge skyscrapers and luxury villas,
The windows pour blinding light.
Oh, if I ever gain strength
You gave me the impression of all the answers.
Open the doors, people, I am your brother,
After all, I'm nothing, nothing to blame.

Losing.

You knew affection mothers relatives
I did not know, and only in a dream,
In my childhood dreams of gold
Mother sometimes I was.
Oh mom if you find,
There would not bitter my destiny.