А вы что же, труженик? -- Да уж известно, не бэтмен!
At that moment, the piece ended. The last note lingering, the recording continuing in silence. "What do you hear?" I opened my eyes briefly to look at him. He wasn't hearing anything. He was trapped in a moment, a tiny gash in time. "I hear you breathing," I said.
Pieces of you by Tablo
Люблю и восхищаюсь