вы все - не те, всё не моё. я тону в забытие, где вокруг одно враньё. я - не я. мой мир иллюзий полон краха и безумств. ты - просто плод моих фантазий и не изданных искусств.
Once I was asked “How did you decide to become a pilot?” Well, I’m going to tell you a story. I was 5 years old, every day playing with friends in the yard, I stared at the sky for a long time, considering planes that was flying over the city. In the afternoon, the planes left white marks behind them, and at the nights there were wisps in the sky that twinkled and fascinated me, these were airplanes flashlight. Every day and every night I observed the iron birds and admired them. It was then that...