Текст песни 0 km prod - Drug bez druga

I remember scraps of childhood
Frames in the head of bad moments
I was a little baby I threw me father
A!
Just disappeared, did not leave memory
Only a photo in the lilac frame
I was not needed and especially my mother,

After the death of the father, my world he is as if destroyed
Mom remained alone without a hand
I saw my mother's tears on rum-pink brushes
Yes what is what happened i'm still a child

So wanted to leave, so I wanted to be alone
From all the fuss on the grave to the father there I can think
That little boy with a breakdown book in an embrace
He is no longer playing with whom to play, for him this world is naive for him (ha

And he so wanted to be proud of at least someone
So that the parents were relatives and was care

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Several years have passed, I did not notice
sat with mom at the table
and listened to her one year old gossip
I ask you mom put this damn stack
What happens to you and where the maternal pride
Where is mom with the purpose of high

In school, I hated me constantly stealing for appearance
I didn't love them they threw me as I didn't dressed
Nobody held all the forces in vain was a quiet outcast
This is my relapse here there is my death she always argues with him
Yes they are in sore

hid all the insults, entangled by hysteria
But the boy is a pity he is just in itself an inseparal
Single child wanders in an empty mom not needed
He did not hear about the word Natives do not know the concept of friendship

My story in the thoughts of the record forever
I will be the same little child recurrence