Does The World Have Nothing Inside But

The Working Class Is My Home Country, And My Future Is Linked With The Proletariat.

I Want My Word To Be Up To The Scale Of The Feat Of Arms Performed By The Russian Soldier.

We Can't Feel Anything - All That's Left Inside Us Is Dust.

I Lived And Languished.

What If We All Suddenly Get Carried Away Thinking - Who Will Be Left To Act?