I Have A Trend Of My Own.

Everything Comes To An End, Only Objects Are Left To Pine In The Dark.

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

Do You Know How Much Thinking And Feeling I’ve Done? It’s Terrible. And Nothing’s Come Of It.

If Kids Can Forget Their Own Mothers But Still Have A Sense Of Comrade Lenin, Then Soviet Power Really Is Here To Stay!

Does The World Have Nothing Inside But Sorrow?