Someday I will die, and it will happen no later than at sixty, because I am young in soul and do not want to break down morally or physically. And you will all wipe and whip on my care, and I will sit on a wet parapet near Tverskaya-Yamskaya and smoke a cigarette. And you will all scream "Gorshok" Muddy! I will let your tears go and count your victories. We will win in this situation. I’ll leave when I don’t get bored. And you will remember me with a good word, for the fact that I didn’t get bored and didn’t become a fool making money for you. Well, this is about those posers from the estrade. Fighting for the face with plastic. Just to roll more on the stage for a bag of greens. I did everything for you. You are always with me. We’re one big family, and it’s logical and natural that you’re going to get along with me. No need guys. We will see again. Just live. I will wait..."