Everything comes to an end, only objects are left to pine in the dark.
Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.
At the time of the Revolution, dogs howled day and night all over Russia.
When you've nothing to live for, you get to thinking inside your head.
Without truth I feel ashamed to be alive.
The working class is my home country, and my future is linked with the proletariat.