Когда я забуду
A A Pavlov, Mikhail Svetlov
It's like a giant strobe light, burning right
through my eyes...
But somehow I can still see.
Look, you know the dreams the same every night, why do I have to...
The children look like burnt paper...
Black, not moving.
Then the blast wave hits them and they fly apart like leaves...
It's not dream
Anybody...
You think you're safe and alive?
You're already dead!
Everybody!
Him, you, you're dead already!
This whole place, everything you see here is GONE!
You're the one living in a f*cking dream, Silberman!
'Cause I know it happens!