"Thoughts in the light of an electric light bulb; the clock is counting down the minutes of the January night, and the previously silent radio is bursting with forty-six jazz bands, chansonniers, waltzes, tangos - quiet horror. Ah, the coveted cigarette! A fast horse, a leap into thoughtlessness, impetuous - through the void. The desired taste of coming death, its beauty; all children are destined to disappear into eternity, all children are destined to lose their faces, all children are destined to stomp away from here on thin legs, all children are destined..." Translation: Aram Ohanyan