All is bright in my white world: а clean suit аnd blue eyes. In a house of glass тhings are visible With a bottle in my hand, аnd a bottle on my head. I'm lacking words, I don't know anything, But sometimes in vain I make up everything: The missing word of eternal truth. The missing sign - a salvation code. I type I.D.D.Q.D. But nothing happens. Whatever I think - it is so unacceptable. Whatever I say - seems not understandable. Is this house of glass my homeland? Is this house of glass your colony? I type I.D.D.Q.D. Don't go out there. I.D.D.Q.D. It is warm inside. I.D.D.Q.D. It is midnight in Europe. I.D.D.Q.D. It is cold and dark.