Дом желаний

Under the bed at night is quiet,
All the boys are asleep in their beds ,
I still listen to the steps
And I write in my notebook :
Mom, I live in a shelter ,
It's so strange, even scary :
If you do not love God ,
Then you got shot.

This vile & quot; House Wish & quot;
Children's pain and suffering ,
Terrible tortures , punishments ,
Me they cry : & quot; Walter, you're crazy ! & Quot;

Mom, I cry to you ,
In anywhere from nowhere.
You forgot me , I know,
And my letter will disappear.
But I grow up, believe me,
You will raise from the ashes ,
Avenged all these bastards
And stay with you .

This vile & quot; House Wish & quot;
Washed- wailing prayers ,
I keep telling that run away ,
And to me they cry : & quot; Walter, you're crazy ! & Quot;