Lain - Изгои
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Someone does not wait for them at home
Their house is a street
Their friends are the same as they
Every day they live on the street
Surviving as they can
Someone will die from the cold, and someone from AIDS
They sell their bodies
At night, earning money for bread
Or maybe a new dose
Cheap packs of cigarettes
They rarely survive
From heavy beatings and bullying
In an orphanage or in the police
Exchangeing today's forgiveness
On a cheap blowjob
Well, they have nowhere to go
Stayed on the street with the same
Forgotten school and first call
Hunger and belt of a drunken mother
Father reproaches and bloody dreams from dad's hand
Eternal tears and night cold
They all do not give a damn about them
As if they are not at all
Delicate age and weak psyche
Sore nerves, they do not give a damn about life
Sell honor- they have nothing to lose

Parents left them for a long time
Exchangeing them for two bottles of cheap vodka
Rushing in garbage or stealing
There is no one to caress or love
Living in groups or one
Every day is testing
Selling your honor
Minor bitches
Lying with every moral freaks
Ferving cruelty and pain
Kneeling
From the beatings of the elders
Living on the street, freezing from the cold
Going through suicide
Unable to withstand another harsh day
From bloody drums, eternal bruises and traces of lashes
Cruel punishments for an unprecedented ruble

Belonging to oneself
And not believing in God
Children in whose hearts another worldview
The severity of eternal days
Invalized the love of people
The soul is wounded
Bodily injuries
Having escaped from the house, unable to withstand humiliation
There is no rest in the orphanage
Older mockery
Iron -harness belt
Cold and eternal hunger
With a collar on the neck
As a thing of slurry
Their fragile soul
Like bloody tears
Cannot love and betray
Outs of society and the problem of the people
Persecuted by the people, cheap entertainment
For not people like all people

They did not see love and did not see care
Night in the cold winter and food of good people
And then to the police department
Check their body for strength
And the soul cooled and the tears froze
And the pulse still holds in the black eyes
Cooled from their own pity
And you can not get away from the harsh reality
In the morning they hide and ask to give
On a glass of milk
And at night sex and children's tears
Reproaches of older and dumb nonsense
Nourished by vodka the next grandfather
Exchanging money for a cheap blowjob
Selling yourself and your fake laughter
And if group violence is not lucky
And throw twenty rubles
With the words "Sorry, you're not beautiful"
Slaves of the night, puppets for adults
They matured faster than other children
Learned the cruelty of this world
Exhausted bodies withstood their hands and solid things
And delicate children's psyche broke
And in the truth of life disappeared

They just wanted to be like everyone else
That there would be simple parents
Play with normal children
and communicate with the same
Go to school and hear the first call and good voice of relatives
To love and be loved
To build dreams
To guess desires blowing candles of a happy birthday
And do not swallow, experience eternal cold
Fulfill
Collect dumps for garbage and steal
Give your childish soul a person from the street
Weak body for money to sell
It carries from a person
In the company of such a moral freak
Do not spend the night on concrete and not ask on the street
On a piece of bread that will be taken anyway
Owe
What was a dream, then turned into suffering
Demon
The dark past and cruel present
People, help, but to find them at last
Find a bright future