Xxx: I would like to ask if you regret it. But today I listen to songs from the 2000s. Splin, Bi-2 and I cried. It was a youth that was careless and still alive. When you are in the tent under the rainy rain waiting for the performance of your group and you are not cold, because you are not alone and the tent is not yours, but the girl you met here and you are warm together, you enjoy each other, and then you run to listen to the world that will no longer hear your young funny voices, and then you promise each other to write in the ICQ, and then you go on the train home, and then your friend gets a knife, incompatible with life, then the film quickly rolls around and here you are old, sitting by the window, and you seem to have achieved all that your wife and wanted to sleep next to you and your children put in, you have money in the bull, and you smoke and want there back to the rock festival, in the arms of that girl whose face you no longer remember and who you will not know.