Текст песни Дарик Сториков - Блудный сын

Dm am

and you tried to tell him with hand gestures
about its uselessness that hurts your eyes
that he is a kind of body, poorly lived
forever pulling back in life
not trying to understand what are you screaming with rage
in weakness he dresses sneakers
rips off the windbreaker showing you
that all the parties are waiting for him

down the street again through the puddles
nicotine after a pause on his head
whirls forgetting girlfriends numbers
with whom he is friends

he's drunk again
even though he didn’t take a drop and steps on a rake
which he felt on himself more than once
among the drunken masses

going down into the stream of all busy rooms
doors and windows tightly closed
Now everything will start as it was yesterday
poetry bard nights

almost in these houses there are no people who honor
your feelings are sober
they are all saturated with degree smoke
neighbors from the entrance are filled up with protests

home that makes you ruin yourself
what makes you go down
your parents don't mind again
after all, perform a whim child

without sticking your face
resembles a laying stone
and if dad notices
strangle you with your own hands

and you again threatened with hand gestures
he was told that he was useful
about the body that pulls the family into this abyss
about a person with a status of living mediocrity
he didn't seem to hear all your screams
tied up tucked in a windbreaker
showing you that independent
guy is looking for a night party

in a pillow and with tears
your son failed his school again
the exam is your fault
where you looked with your eyes

he's drunk again
although he didn’t take a drop and gives you his
vows that I will never be so sorry
my girls are waiting there mom let

and where is he? your soul will not find peace
until you understand that he will open the door
again insomnia tears
your son is a stupid and stupid teenager

he is in a public house everything is fine with him
just get wet all the boredom
with which he worked miracles
meanwhile, burning life