Текст песни MC Slut Decomposer - Одинокий

Orphanage, my home is the law
I spend the best days of my life in it.
He was abandoned by his parents and needed by no one;
Like hundreds of others shell-shocked by thoughts.
I dream of a bed and warm smiles of loved ones
But all around the beatings and plaintive squeals;
I will hide in a corner, in a hut in the attic;
Relatives are like stars far away from me.

The hand will not flinch and will spread again
Blood on the white sheet, like mother's love.
Returned from the other world again
I hate everyone on this planet;
Gray days and so day after day
Someone has passed away, and someone has gone to a new home.
Broke a pencil by writing a note
It's a pity that the addressee is not close to me ...