I was just like that,
And sometimes he loved blindly.
Only in the world to read,
And not to forget all the kisses.

Transit flight will not wait,
The wheel knocking won't tell the time.
Whose turn is it to survive?
Whose turn is it to tease salvation?

The narrator is exhausted.,
He almost whispered.
Reason, the lamp extinguished,
Why something shouted: "Mortal combat!"