Игла - Детство
текст песни

In an old UAZ on the radio
"A longing aches in the soul" on repeat
Romin's father smiles, smokes
Krasnaya Java. We argue about something

We are about 10 years old, a bike and a yard
We look happily in the sky at the Boeing
Only a bummer, at nine home and
Doing homework, yes, this is grief

My Roma, brother, at 15
Found his dad in a noose
Then they found a knife on his back
Blood dripped on his native land

Yes, I'm fucking stunned, I swear, I'm fucking stunned
I need to go to my mother, tell her, Roma is in trouble
How can I do this? My father is gone
Zheka, tell me, I'm not myself

Childhood, you can't escape it
Childhood, where is my father going?
Childhood, there's no escape from it
Childhood, forever this place

"The melancholy aches in the soul
And the blue cigarette smoke eats into the eyes
As if trying to squeeze out tears
I remember how we once swore to avenge

If something is wrong for each other, then my hands are covered in blood"
Bitch, boy, I wanted a father!
I would be glad if he gave me a kick in the ass
But uncle stepfather only swallowed vodka

Mom was crying - a fucking scandal
Why is everything wrong? Why is everything wrong?
I didn't understand, I ran from home
Tears froze, ice in my eyes

What did you want? Let's go one by one!
Childhood
And everything after is an escape
To the goal and dream and from stress

What will happen tomorrow, you are not interested
We are only consumers of progress
The genes of a tyrant are my inheritance
But I will live as long as my heart beats

In which my childhood is forever
Childhood, there is no escape from it
Childhood, where is my father going?
Childhood, there is no escape from it

Childhood, forever this place