Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Сирота

What happened to people who will answer
How cruel their hearts are sometimes
And father and mother live in the world
And the child is called an orphan

Tiny abandoned baby
How miserable he is at this bitter hour
As if with a swaddling diaper
Looks at me and all of us

At the hour when the baby screams in the crib
Not from hunger, but from longing
His mother lives quietly, sweetly
Do not worry her whiskey

If a newborn could say
To his mother “Stop!”
Mom do not leave me in the hospital
Is this life without me?

I want to snuggle up to your chest
And keep warm only with your warmth
I do not want to part with you
Take me to our home
I do not want to part with you
Take me to our home

But he is silent, knowing nothing
Smiling, her mouth twists
And his mother caresses a stranger
Washing in a clean tear

Do women of these hearts have
It’s time to execute such mothers
Helpless Taurus
Carefully holding a nurse

What happened to people who will answer
How cruel their hearts are sometimes
And father and mother live in the world
And the child is called an orphan
And the child is called an orphan