Author of quotes: Denis Chudinovsky (Cheney)

The blood of a boy boiling from the flames in the eyes
Who fell asleep on the leaves
And every text composed with pain,
If he wrote with blood instead of ink.
I'm better than a foot stomp, fall from injuries
But I'm happy that I did not reach the peaks
And I'll give violin to finish the game,
Your strained veins, cutting all the strings of the soul.