There are onion rings on the board, there are potatoes on the table next to it, there is black bread and there is a herring on the board
When there is no money and you have to pay for an apartment
There is a girl lying on the bed, who has a bare chest
At the table, the key to the heart is in your hands
On the worn boards there is a block and every little thing for life
There are no seasons in space: there is no winter and summer