Текст песни Ирина Орлова - Чужое горе

I'm afraid to get used to burn other
Closing the ears of human disturbances.
I'm afraid to be happy when my neighbor
Sleeping in my front on the ground moist.

I fear for their children's laughter,
Surrounded by kindness from the earliest days,
Not hear the cry orphan
And perish stray soul.

When you see the mountain around,
Gradually get used every day.
And then one day you realize all of a sudden,
I became indifferent to everything around.

If you hear the mountain il brother sister
Indifferent glance you answer,
If someone's pain is not much sideways tunic,
So, it is useless hurt our God.

How can I ask only about themselves,
How can I be unhappy life.
Let compassion burning soul
Only used in indifference not froze it.

When I see the sorrow and tears of others -
Widowed wives, children without mothers.
God, I'd love to ask you,
Why is it you love me?