
Once upon a time, there were a lot of such poles with wires, they stood along all the roads, entangled the whole country with a dense network (like the Internet now), and buzzed, buzzed...
How many years have passed, the wires are still buzzing
All about the same
Planes are waiting the same
Girl with eyes made of bluest ice
Melting under machine gun fire...
(c) band "Splean"