Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
"Don't fall asleep in my arms..." - this is what's in my headphones at the moment. In Ukrainian.
And I remembered how we sat with him... At the Andriyivsky Uzviz in September of 2006... And he was falling asleep on my shoulder. I was kissing his face thinking he is tired, and thought nothing can be better than protecting the loved one's sleep and dreams.
In a few months it was almost proven he was on some drugs.