Текст песни T1One-Беспризорник - T1One-Беспризорник

He is a street child!
All because it matters to the child's soul
There is no one around at all!
He is a street child!
And there is no one to hide him from fear
Between the gray covered walls
He is a street child!
Sitting on the roof, my heart stops
Over the noise of city sirens
He is a street child!
And people don't hear the cry for help
Behind the wall of your problems

Sorry mom and dad
That on your neck I hang like an anchor and make you cry
Behind the dirty trick is the dirty trick. Other children bring joy
Excellent grades. Dad, you're right! I am bast
The family has its black sheep, as they say
What's in the mailbox? Again a subpoena to the police
Once a week I regularly lose my hat and mittens
And at school, in a quarter, only a couple of times I showed up
So it rolled - I smell like cigarettes
There is no reference point in life, entrances behind entrances
School - goes to the museum. Well, cool
But the roofs of nine-story buildings seem more interesting to me
You try for me, but I'm ungrateful
Do you want me to be smart and I am mediocre
I spend time outside, hanging around until the morning
And the fact that everything turns out this way is only my fault

He is a street child!
All because it matters to the child's soul
There is no one around at all!
He is a street child!
And there is no one to hide him from fear
Between the gray covered walls
He is a street child!
Sitting on the roof, my heart stops
Over the noise of city sirens
He is a street child!
And people don't hear the cry for help
Behind the wall of your problems

Only my fault is in my mother's tears
The fact that he and his father bark at each other like a pack of angry dogs
And until the morning I listen to their barking, bad words
That mom is a fool and what a daddy is weak
And on the street - freedom and silence
And I strive there. They said it was from a lack of intelligence
I just love this empty roof and moon
And the smoke from the chimneys is like a cigarette smoldering endlessly
I'll open my soul to the clouds, over a stupid head
Comparing my room to a dog kennel
And having shown everything that has accumulated, I hurry again
So they don't think that I ran away from home again
How often does this recur? Lost count
I have no strength to listen to what I have done. Where did you stumble?
We are not alike with relatives. All my actions are bad
I don't know from whom I inherited my manners

He is a street child!
All because it matters to the child's soul
There is no one around at all!
He is a street child!
And there is no one to hide him from fear
Between the gray covered walls
He is a street child!
Sitting on the roof, my heart stops
Over the noise of city sirens
He is a street child!
And people don't hear the cry for help
Behind the wall of your problems