Текст песни Мунайтар яки Онбаган - Жетим жыры

Hard life dad !!! Tell me to take you away
I can't stand it
leading an orphanage from an early age
It is difficult to imagine a father's face

The pampering of the sister, the care of the brothers
I long for the fullness of my life like everyone else
And what do I have? Are those dark days when I grow up unforgettable?
Orphan's words?

Years have passed - let's show the warmth of a loved one
Years passed - wrinkles hardened my tutor
Years passed - fate tied me to loneliness
Those years of birth were difficult

If I am not an orphan, I am no less than others
The fate of at least one soul
How successful I am
Has patience changed my life !!!

Chorus:
How many orphans, how many young people
People are going through a terrible fate
Who? who is to blame, who is to blame
We saw the black ink furnace in broad daylight

I remember scratching the window as a child
I was tired day and night, longing for warmth
What benefits from a charity event
The blue shirt will wear out tomorrow if the cloth is spread

No need !!! Someone's pity
I wanted to know what happened to my parents' instincts
The stones prevented the door of the orphanage to be eroded
There is a fear of people around them

Take the same worn-out picture out of my pocket
I'm ten years old
A five-year-old girl named Aizhan shed tears
It's as if you let go of a happy tear to comfort the unwilling

I cried when I joined the gathering
The educator who was beaten at that moment for not crying
I didn't understand, I didn't understand in my dream, I woke up scared
When I see it, I spit in their faces now

Chorus:
How many orphans have lost so many young people
People are going through a terrible fate
Who? who is to blame, who is to blame
We saw the black ink furnace in broad daylight

Why I was born a suffering person
I miss my mother, who is addicted to drugs
I didn't know if I would forgive you if I met you now
Do they cure heartburn?

A warm candle to burn incredibly
A knife with a non-abrasive cut
When you cook with dry words
The loneliness I am used to will not accept you

Let me keep the bitter secret of the cursed orphan
Let the growing art be passed on to my descendants
What would you do without your parents when you were born?
When you step on something that doesn't support you, you fall into trouble

Thankfully, I have the support of my peers
a veil that hides the weeping orphan
God has given me a wife - my two sons are sick!
Hell of my days as if closing the doors!

Chorus:
How many orphans, how many young people
People are afraid of fate & # 125