Текст песни Дарик Сториков - Блудный сын

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and you hand gestures he was trying to say
about his uselessness that hurts your eyes
he kind of body, badly lived
always pulling back to life
without trying to understand what you are screaming with rage
weakness he puts Sneakers
tears windbreaker to show you
that its young are waiting for all parties

Street again through the puddles
nicotine after a pause his head
circling forgetting number of girlfriends
which friends

He seemed drunk again
though not take or drop comes on the same rake
he felt the times
among the drunken masses

going down to the stream all occupied rooms
tightly shut doors and windows
Now it starts as it was yesterday
poetic bard pm

almost in these houses do not have people who honor
your feelings as a sober
they are all imbued degree smoke
neighbors on the porch flooded with protests

house that zastovlyaet destroy yourself
that makes to go down
your parents are not back against
because the child perform a whim

prosahaya not your face
It reminds lizhachy stone
and if the pope notice
strangle you with your own hands

and you hand gestures again ugrazhali
he was told that he pezpolezen
about the body that pulls family in this Bezden
about a person who has lived with the status of mediocrity
He seemed not to have heard all your cries
fastened on the jacket pulled tighter
showing you the view that an independent
guy ischёt night crowd

the pillow with tears
your son back to school failed its
ekzament you blame yourself
which looked eyes

He seemed drunk again
though did not take and do not give you your drops
the oath that I have never been so I will not forgive
there waiting for my girls Mom Suffer

and where is he? your soul will not find peace
until you ulyshyte that he will open the door
Again tears insomnia
your son is stupid and foolish teenager

he was in the house the public his all excellent
Only soaked all Skichko
miracles which he incited
Meanwhile life burning