Текст песни Витя Чиzh 196 - Детский дом

When I appeared 98 ohm
I did not suspect that my fate is childhood
On some circumstances
Refused
The decision was made
Fate chose for us
We are nobody we empty
just body
For many empty sound our words
Watch movies about family
Immediately understanding it does not shine
tell me in the soul dying
Well, before bedtime, you imagine
Like mom and dad home you take to live
And this thought you will save you
You will disagree from reality with her
But over time, you get older on these walls.
What will you be further for you to think scary
You choose what the way to go
Being human
Or to go to the bottom of society
(chorus)
Thanks ornamental house
For a nonsense lesson
Which I extracted for my life for myself
I will tell you for children
And I will not forget myself
As a soul bursts
in four walls to hell
Thanks to educators
Thank you personnel
Who replaced us close people
It seems to be everything, but at the same time nothing
It is disgusting that to death on you this stamp
2)
One of the moments still do not understand
Our graduates in colleges
Trying to celebrate in a bad side
Thinking only about yourself on other people scoring
Live for yourself
For the sake of their interests
For the sake of cheap ponts that everyone is already known
After such frames of ours do not take
We are just all under one rowing comb
But there is another side of this medal
People fight to the end for their desires
Make their dream reality
Having chopped her way
Trying to refute a bad opinion about us
These people with a strong will of the desire
They will achieve them they will take it
Such i respect so i'm hands gmu
(chorus)
Thanks ornamental house
For a nonsense lesson
Which I extracted for my life for myself
I will tell you for children
And I will not forget myself
As a soul bursts
in four walls to hell
Thanks to educators
Thank you personnel
Who replaced us close people
It seems to be all, but at the same time nothing
It is disgusting that to death on you this stamp
(3)
We always told us
You have everything
The only thing is no parents
I just grew up in a family-type orphanage
Where the brothers and sisters sharing in groups are not accepted
Well, anyway, children grow and they know
that mom and dad they are also living somewhere
And naively believing what they need them
They have one desire to see them
Over the years, the growing thoughts about close all the same
And somewhere deep in the soul sits quietly
They love them
Well, just parents Gada
When you need to just do not have
In desperates you repeat about myself
Mother I forgave you hear you need
Father do not worry you too forgive
I loved you love and I will love
(chorus)
Thanks ornamental house
For a nonsense lesson
Which I extracted for my life for myself
I will tell you for children
And I will not forget myself
As a soul bursts
in four walls to hell
Thanks to educators
Thank you personnel
Who replaced us close people
It seems to be everything, but at the same time nothing
It is disgusting that to death on you this stamp