The story has not finished yet.
Truth is not revealed.
And it circulates through an incident.
--It is an infinity loop!

Тысячами незримых нитей обвивает тебя Закон. Разрубишь одну - преступник. Десять - смертник. Все - Бог!

" - Те люди, внизу, они живут по правилам, а толку? Их всё равно поглотил страх.
- А перестанут бояться и что?
- Тогда всё просто. Выбираешь путь и идёшь без оглядки." (с) FaF III

Nazareth – Games
Комаров Кирилл – У входа в рай
Peter Gabriel – Games Without Frontiers
Воскресенье – Кто виноват
Антонио Вивальди – Танец смерти (Escala Palladio)
Андрей Миронов – Где ты была?
Hammerfall – Last Man Standing
Кукрыниксы – Холодно
Disturbed – Indestructible

The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.

Summer came in the country,
Red was the heather bell;
But the manner of the brewing
Was none alive to tell.

Я сижу и смотрю на чужую улицу из чужого окна
И не вижу ни одной знакомой души

Любой, кто может продать душу во имя любви, способен изменить мир.

Ужас, летящий на крыльях из стали (с) Раймус Айсбридж
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Take my love. Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don’t care, I’m still free.
You can’t take the sky from me.

"Невинный блаженец" © D.G.

Ilaan vanished – and took all the sounds and sources of light along. Only Ilaan remained. Down on his knees, an obedient servant of the Force, just like all those months ago. It spoke to him – and he listened, without saying a word. Out of his silence, the sounds and images appeared, filling the space around them, giving the reality its meaning and weight, just like clean white cloth that gradually becomes heavy with blood when it covers the body.

Любой, кто может продать душу во имя любви, способен изменить мир.

Я сижу и смотрю на чужую улицу из чужого окна
И не вижу ни одной знакомой души

Любой, кто может продать душу во имя любви, способен изменить мир.

"Невинный блаженец" © D.G.

Ilaan vanished – and took all the sounds and sources of light along. Only Ilaan remained. Down on his knees, an obedient servant of the Force, just like all those months ago. It spoke to him – and he listened, without saying a word. Out of his silence, the sounds and images appeared, filling the space around them, giving the reality its meaning and weight, just like clean white cloth that gradually becomes heavy with blood when it covers the body.

Я сижу и смотрю на чужую улицу из чужого окна
И не вижу ни одной знакомой души

"Невинный блаженец" © D.G.

Ilaan vanished – and took all the sounds and sources of light along. Only Ilaan remained. Down on his knees, an obedient servant of the Force, just like all those months ago. It spoke to him – and he listened, without saying a word. Out of his silence, the sounds and images appeared, filling the space around them, giving the reality its meaning and weight, just like clean white cloth that gradually becomes heavy with blood when it covers the body.

Я сижу и смотрю на чужую улицу из чужого окна
И не вижу ни одной знакомой души

Я сижу и смотрю на чужую улицу из чужого окна
И не вижу ни одной знакомой души