< Felix Komarov
In this world there is only one consistency,
Everything will inevitably take place.
Let demiurge full of deceit,
Let him idler and a spendthrift.
We rate it, and the time roulette,
We lost no time ...
Razor, loop, or rum and tablet ...
Here again, in the first grade.
Everything is repeated, everything will be different.
So who is playing with me?
We are laughing, and then weep.
The game remains the game