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Prayer From An Orphanage
by Yevgeniy Gudukhin
Two "moms" for 120 children
Today is a Sunday in the orphanage
Leaning at the window I'm watching the sunrise 
As I do it many years in a row
I remember everything as if it was yesterday
How my Dad drowned in his own trough
After drinking some home-brew made on carbide

I remember how mother suffered for a long
Though our home was not calm before
She broke up because of grief, began to fornicate
And every other day there were drunk parties
And every other day there were new boy-friends
Who were very cruel to me
They beat me up, brought me to the railway station
And forced me to work as a beggar
Chorus:
Oh, if only my father and mother could hear me
And with them everyone else who fell so deeply
If they could see just for a moment
Their children praying for them!
I think I was lucky 
That the police department ended with an orphanage
It's pity I never saw my mother again
Only heard three words on the phone,
'Forgive me, sonny' - and the long silence
Then I received a letter
'A long term,' mother wrote from the prison

In our orphanage there is lot of us
Whos mommies are alive -- I tell you the truth
But the time of adoption has come
And God the Father himself said, 'I love you!'
We pray for our mothers
And for our fathers we also pray
Have mercy on them, God! And forgive their sins!
All together -- the hundred and twenty -- we ask you!

Chor.
From the album Prayer from an Orphanage

Разделы: "Музыкальная шкатулка", "Видеозал", "Книжная полка", "Мир Суперкниги", "Ковчег спасения"
Рубрики: "Лучшая десятка - группы", "Лучшая десятка - вокалисты", "Музыка для сильных", "Музыка для свободных", "Открываем музыкальные таланты", "Детский альбом"
Язык и кодировка: Eng Ukr (win unix) Rus (win unix)
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