My Body Gets Weak Without Truth.

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

I Have A Trend Of My Own.

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

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

A Man Who's Never Seen War Is Like A Woman Who's Never Given Birth - Soft In The Head.