Песня про голубой вертолет

Американцы видят в воздухе черные вертолеты. А у нас водятся голубые. *** If all records told the same tale — then the lie passed into history and became truth. Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past. Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows. There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed. But always— do not forget this, Winston— always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face— forever.