Without truth I feel ashamed to be alive.
When you've nothing to live for, you get to thinking inside your head.
If kids can forget their own mothers but still have a sense of comrade Lenin, then Soviet power really is here to stay!
We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.
What if we all suddenly get carried away thinking - who will be left to act?
Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?