Текст песни Hunk HunniGaN - Стырай Дом

Old Roads, stained with pieces.
The streets are empty, well, death is just around the corner.
Do not see those friends that were forever around.
Few in the courtyards, women's order.
Do not see the fights in the street, you can not see and love.
Ingushetia is a native, what do you tell me?
Here is the native street, my memory.
The sandbox froze, children do not play there.
I went back to stay, go where are you people?
There is no answer in silence, and after all the main thing in fact.
Here stands my old house, My father waits there.
I open the door, and there in the dark.
I see that no one is waiting for me.
It hurts, I know, the heart melts like ice.
I'll wait a little, they went on business.
I'm going crazy in silence, like I'm in shackles.

"I see an old house, I see emptiness.
 I see outside my window, my old trampoline.
 I know that no one else will come.
 I pray and eat for what, sitting in the rain. "

After a while I saw people on the street.
Well, decided to talk, drink a drink.
And they take their eyes off, "MOLL A LOOK AND THAT'S HIM"
Ruined his family, returned to the old house.
I did not understand what was what, I asked to respond immediately.
And they answer me, one big story.
"You left home, did not tell everything to the Father.
 Not friends and not familiar, and not even a boy.
 Your father forgave you, but the sediment remained.
 Not a single letter, I did not write it.
 My father was worried, could not stand it all.
 Again a heart attack, buried in the summer. "
Oh, Lord, why? I was sitting behind bars.
I did not speak to the Father; I've been in a cage all the years.
I dreamed of going with him to summer resorts.
I hate the world, you have gone to hell ........