The boy's mother is a drinker
The boy doesn't have a father
And fate is so evil
And doubly broken
The boy only has a street
Both his father and mother
Yes the lantern at the house is squinting
He doesn't care about anything here
Morning bread crust stale
Chlorine-rotten water
Life hammered without indulging
Wednesday did it
What is the school with teachers
The mores of the street are strong
She's more handy with vices
I don't care about guilt
All the laws of this street
Comprehend the boys
We don't have to wait and frown
And count the price of guilt
The boy's mother is a drunk
What kind of dad, he didn't know
Don't bow to anyone
Firmly the guy realized
Kohl nurtured his street
Tremble people honest
The guy is evil at all will screw up one's eyes
He is free, not a serf.