Текст песни Al Pachino - МНЕ НЕ ВСЕ РАВНО

Nobody cares about the problems of others
Nobody needs standing in the subway
With outstretched arms, with a sign on the chest
“Serve the money for bread. God help me"
Nobody cares about homeless children
Until their future, and the fate of the destitute
They are not guilty of being hungry
And what you need to steal to fill your stomachs
Russia comes first in the number of alcoholics
This is a whole army of former workaholics
Thump to the bottom, like championships
And everyone around is shouting: “It's your own fault!”
Addicts ceased to be considered for people
The diagnosis is “not sick”, but “soulless villain”
We are told that fighting it is useless
And to close the border with Afghanistan, this is inappropriate

I don't care what comes ahead
What will happen to us and to our children
I care what awaits us
And how this story will end

Sublimation personality sewn from childhood
Every man for himself, a slogan from the inheritance
This is not so, we live for a reason
We can fix this mess.
Beer is cheaper than milk and cheaper than juice
And cigarettes in every teenager’s pocket
A pharmacy sells an analogue of heroin for a penny
Examples of millions, the birthplace of routine
Need to change laws, create new ones
Seek outs, even dead ends
To become fashionable the word "library"
And for the sale of drugs, planted for half a century
Look up and don't hide your opinion
Perhaps you will change the generation
You are not alone, there are already a lot of us
Those who destroy us, we will judge strictly

I don't care what comes ahead
What will happen to us and to our children
I care what awaits us
And how this story will end