Текст песни Lain - Изгои

Their homes are no waiting
Their home is the street
Druzya- them are the same as they
Every day, they live on the streets
Surviving as they can
Someone will die from the cold, and someone from AIDS
They sell their bodies
At night, earning money for bread
And maybe a new dose
Cheap cigarette packs
They rarely survive
From severe beatings and humiliation
In the children's home or at the police station
Exchanging today's forgiveness
On the cheap blowjob
Well, they have nowhere to go
Stay on the street with the same as they
Forgotten school and the first bell
Hunger and belt drunken mother
Father reproaches and bloody streaks on my father's hands
Eternal tears and cold night
They all do not care
As if they really do not have
Tender age and weak mind
Reeling from the nerves, they do not care about life
Sell ​​chest- they have nothing to lose
They long ago abandoned by their parents
Exchanged them for two bottles of cheap vodka
Ryscha in the trash or stealing
They fall in love, or no one to cuddle
Living in groups or alone
Every day- tests
By selling his honor
juvenile females
Going to every moral monster
Suffering violence and pain
Kneeling
From the beating of senior
Living on the street, freezing from the cold
Leaving their means of suicide
Unable to withstand another severe day
From the blood of leaked, eternal traces of bruises and lashes
Cruel punishments for loss of ruble
Belonging to themselves
And not believing in God
Children whose hearts another world
The severity of the eternal days
Unprecedented love people
wounded soul
bodily harm
Having escaped from the house unable to bear the humiliation
The orphanage is no rest
bullying senior
Belt with iron sled
Cold and eternal hunger
With the collar on the neck
As servants thing skates
Their fragile soul
As tears of blood
Love can not, and will give
Outcasts of society and the problem of the people
Driven by the people, cheap entertainment
For not like all the people
They did not see the love and care have not seen
Overnight in the cold winter and the food is good people
And after the police station
Check the strength of your body
And the soul has grown cold, and tears froze
And in the dark eyes still held pulse
Chilled trash from their own self-pity
And you can not escape from the harsh reality
In the morning and asked to hide that would give
At a glass of milk
And sex at night and children's tears
Reproach senior and dull nonsense
Once inflated vodka grandfather
Exchanging money on cheap blowjob
Selling yourself and your fake laugh
And if you're not lucky gang violence
And throw twenty rubles
With the words "I'm sorry you're not well, beautiful '
Slaves night, puppets for adults
They have grown up faster than other children
Poznan cruelty of this world
Exhausted body weathered hands and solid things
A gentle children's psyche broke
And in the life of truth disappeared
They just wanted to be like everyone else
What would have been the simple parents
Play with normal children
and to communicate with the same as they
Going to school and hear the first call and kind voice of the native
To love and be loved
To build a dream
What would make a wish blowing out candles happy birthday
And do not gnaw, to experience eternal cold
To carry out the desire of well-fed majors
To collect the scum on the garbage and steal
His child's soul man in the street to give
Weak body for money to sell
From a man carries fumes
Among such con- moral monster
Do not sleep on the concrete and do not ask on the street
On a piece of bread, which will take away all the same
Belonging sebe- instead of the street
What was the dream, then turned into misery
Bes funds in existence
Dark past and present ill
People give so as to find them finally
To gain a bright future