Хах

You don't care about the number 10, On the contrary, it makes you more jealous. The wind blows in time with the creaking, From the open door of the room. My sister ignores me, Both of my brothers don't care. Why the hell don't you help, And call yourself a mother? Maybe I don't exist at all? Wrapped in a blanket, I still scream in pain, Already tired of my role. I'm like a defenseless sheep, Trying to hide deeper in the forest. And only one wolf lagged behind, Didn't follow me into the hole. And on a weekday, they killed him, Putting a sharp poison in his meat. But even after that chase, It's not my fault. Maybe I don't exist at all? Tangled in a blanket, I still scream in pain, Already tired of my role. I'm not an actor, but only a child And I scream like a calf, Which is the end. I can't sit down without pain, Trying not to scream anymore. But my scream escapes, When they rape again.