Текст песни Мальчишник - МАЛОЛЕТНЯЯ БЛЯДЬ

His own mother sells ten year old daughter
Some bastard on the whole night
She changes her daughter and the remnants of the soul
On a bottle of wine and some pennies
The girl is silent she does not know why that
All tell the mother where when and with whom
Daughter go to bed customer say pour
Cheap doll in the store buy it
Pink bow gold braid
Thin arms and empty eyes
No smile on her face she clamped her lips in
In my head there is nothing but the concept of fear
Not crying does not laugh does not say anything
It is about something about her always silent
And what will happen then it can not know
In this life, it is all about for her mother
She does not think about the future - it does not exist
And it defines the concept of customer
To be either drunk or very cruel
Or fuck her just for a sip of vodka
She was used to his mother to face her evil
She does not even know that it is possible to live differently
And there is only one word I can call her
This is not her fault it is necessary to understand
Cruel time cruel people
And even it is not clear who will win fuck
And it is unclear to me how people in this mud
And why did they become a criminal passion
Child dies in his ten years
And even to her own mother does not care
You drive these thoughts away from myself away
Now imagine that someone fucked your daughter
In an abandoned apartment old sofa
Lying on the floor next to broken glass
Dirty windows rickety wardrobe
This site is intended for small pleasures
For little fun and a great longing
Remaining after all the fuss
And no one knows how many tears were shed
After all, no one takes seriously ten years
Broken lives and drinking bottle
On the kitchen table flakes settled dust
Mother said money and the girl sleeps
Blood moon on empty windows looks
Will probably be in the life of something better than it is now
But is interrupted by a baby sleep blow to the old door
Again and again the expense money rigid bed
Again, fun to be drunk mother
Girl falls asleep with the old kitchen in the hands of
With two tracks of tears on both cheeks
She forgets all nightmare for a few hours
And maybe even smiles from seen again
In the morning, everything will disappear as the evening mist
Again, other people's money mother put it in his pocket
The girl is silent she does not know why that
All tell the mother where when and with whom