Текст песни 292 Монгол Шуудан - Не Моя Забота

It's not my concern who's hitting someone there
I don't care, of course, who is killed where
Oh, mom, you gave birth to a son without hunting
Because your son is a drunkard, a bandit.

I will take by deception, cities by starvation
I will beat, maim, hang and shoot
I will approve in every possible way pogroms
And the rest just do not care.

I raised banners against the state
And aimed the cannon straight at the Kremlin
And he went to chop everyone, scorched by the heat
You know, I love this business, brothers.

I like to hit with a saber in the face
Slowly throw a Finnish knife into the shoulder blade.
I'm such a bastard, I'm cool and proud
I just look like an anarchist to everyone.