Текст песни Климбатика - Дом Желаний

Under the bed the night quietly,
All the boys are asleep in their beds,
I still listen to the steps
And I write in my notebook:
Mom, I'm living in a shelter,
It's so strange, even frightening:
If you do not love God,
That you got shot.

This vile & quot; Home Wish & quot;
Children's pain and suffering,
Terrible tortures, punishments,
I shout it: & quot; Walter, you are crazy! & Quot;

Mom, I appeal to you,
In anywhere from nowhere.
You forgot me, I know,
And my letter will disappear.
But I grow up, believe me,
You will raise from the ashes
Avenged all these bastards
And I stay with you.

This vile & quot; Home Wish & quot;
Washed wailing prayers,
I've been saying that to run away,
And to me they cry: & quot; Walter, you are crazy! & Quot;