I woke up late. I`ve dreamt all a heaven.
Looked at watch - it’s already eleven.
I don`t slept almost all night,
Because during this time, I took a part in the fight.
And we was prove are very strong -
They ran away under noise of our song!
Of all a fights, that I ever had
This fight of night is very bad.
My hands and legs and even head -
All ache. Probably, it comes my death.
No, my God, no! What is it a nightmare?!
I'd better to dress, and go out to air.
10.02.1993.
Il'shat Akhmerov