In the city dump,
Dogs are howling,
This is a world where
There isn't a second without a fight.
We are responsible for those
We have tamed,
But we were never taught this...
From a cardboard box in the dump,
A dog looks sadly,
Why has life
Knocked this stray dog off course?
Why do people walk by
So heartlessly?
They will never take
The suffering one home.
Money rules people,
Money rules children,
There is nothing in the heart
That could save them.
Why is a disabled person
Begging for a ruble in the subway?
He is pure of soul, but somewhere else,
A gangster is spending money...
Why is there a kitten
Among old scraps in the dump,
Curled up in a ball?
And somewhere further away,
Among old nails,
A dog is washing
Her dirty children.
Abramovich is at his villa,
Playing with money,
People created this world
Themselves.
Instead of honor and truth,
Money and lies rule,
I feel so sorry for people,
But my heart trembles.
I am so afraid to live here,
Where people-animals live,
Where at night
You have to keep the doors locked.
Where a beaten child cries quietly,
And in the dump, a sick kitten
Is dying.
And no one looks
At this evil,
Those who have money
Are lucky.
I so want to believe
That people are kinder,
But I know that further on,
It will be even scarier...
Maybe... this will make someone think...