Я думал тут очередной футуристический рассказ будет
Типа 4501 год. Восстание нанороботов
btw: gratozz расскажи что там после 5000 тысячто будет ?
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg,
when I saw it was time for a change
I killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, held a General's rank
When the Blitzkreig raged,
and the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Виден свет в конце тоннеля , на утро просыпаешься старым слепым дедушкай с розовым тайтлом над бошкой - гуру.
I was a boy who had to live his own way
I never fit into the model they had designed
I chose a path less taken...
I stood with others who had often felt the same