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It's not your problem that people die three hundred meters away Their bodies are pull out in masses from slime ruins About houses you can forget, nothing exists In every moment epidemy can explode So what that three thousand people died It's better to play in night clubs You, of course, have your imagine holiday And don't disturb your head "little cases" The riches countries offer to help Fifteen million dollars it's ridiculous! It's coast of one from thousand planers Which they use to build democracy