Когда я забуду
... It′s... like a giant strobe light, burning right through
but somehow I can still see. Look, you know the dream′s the
same every night, why do I have to --
The children look like burnt paper... black, not moving.
Then the blast wave hits them and they fly apart like
It ′s not just a dream.
Anybody! Now you think your′re safe and alive. ...you′re
already dead. Everybody, him, you... you′re dead already!
(.....) You′re the one living in a fuckin′ dream, Silberman!
′Couse I know it happens. It happens!