Текст песни и ваши Боги все прощают Вам - Генералы Песчаных Карьеров

I started life in urban slums
And the good things I have not heard.
When you caressed their children
I have asked, I was freezing
And when he saw me, do not hide glance
After all, I'm nothing, nothing to blame ...

For you threw me, for what?
Where is my focus, where my accommodation
Do not you recognize my relatives,
I'm your brother, I'm a man!
Always pray to their Gods
And your gods forgive you all ...

Paradise skyscrapers and luxury villas.
From the windows of blinding light hit
But if I ever gain strength
You gave me the impression of all the answer
Open the doors of people, I'm your brother!
After all, I'm nothing, nothing to blame

You knew affection mothers, relatives
I did not know, and only in a dream
My childhood dreams, gold
Mother is sometimes me
Oh mom if you could find!
There would not bitter my destiny ...