Одинокий урод здесь живёт. Много лет назад отец на чердаке Запер чуждый людям плод. Стен прогнивших смрад Стал родным. Никогда горбун не знал Тепла материнской руки. И живёт он с грузом безысходной тоски…
Pissed off at the world The revenge-hungry Hunchback yelled: “I'm not happy with guests! This is my attic! "
I slammed the door with anger The heavy bolt clanged loudly. "Get out!" He stamped his boot.
A lonely freak lives here. Years ago, a father in the attic Locked a fruit alien to people. Walls of rotten stench Became a family. The hunchback never knew The warmth of a mother's hand. And he lives with a load of hopeless sadness ...