Текст песни Новый день - Детство

Behind the door I hear someone else's steps
It came to the door of my
Until now, in my head, this childhood nightmare
Nerves fear fire burns
Drunken shouting, knocking on the door odnomestki
Obschazhnaya zathlast, I cant hear cod
Here now he vorvёtsya like last time
Livni spilled mats stock!

I was four, I was just a kid
At the sight of him I am weak, even timid
Looking otvozhu and I podzotylnik
He was not alone with him pal
Quietly laughing drunk and disgusting
Chuckle spits creaking like an old chair
But I do not care I'm not here I'm not with them
Through the window I watch a set of dark blue!

What so affected children in Russia
Where have we in this culture
Children need a heap of trouble
A father is not a moral monster!