The market is a controlled dynamic system. - page 443

 
Sergey Chalyshev:

Not maximum strength - but maximum drop.

What is the force?

The specifier... doesn't know what it is, but specifies...

maximum downward force.

does that make more sense to you?

 
Олег avtomat:

clarifier... doesn't know what's what, but clarifies...

maximum downward force.

does that make sense to you?

What is the force?

The S&P is also down a lot - then what?

snp

 
Sergey Chalyshev:

What is the strength?

The S&P is also down a lot - so what next?

And then comes the fun part, only this information is not for everyone).

 
Sergey Chalyshev:

What is the strength?

The S&P is also down a lot - so what next?

There's no way to talk to you from here.

 

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H1

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There was a time, waiting for the evening with guitars to sing songs.

There was a time when the sea was knee-deep and we'd be back at six in the morning.

We'd get scolded, we'd get tough, we'd promise not to make a fuss.

And in the morning, we swore to Mum that we'd quit smoking.


And whoever got what, we opened the envelope ourselves.

In our own way, we tried to get our own ticket.

We were all thrown up and down in our green youth.

The end of carefree life, we all went on and on and on.


Chorus:

Youth, you're like a time lock.

# You can't crack it, you can't take another look... #

Youth, you're like a time lock.

You don't want to, you can't hack it to see it again.


# We're scattered through life and we've got our own things to do #

We're scattered like leaves and we fly wherever we go.

We don't see each other for years and some don't exist at all.

♪ And memory sometimes says, "Hello!" ♪


Chorus:

Youth, you're like a time lock.

And you can't crack it to see it again.

Youth, you're like a time lock.

And you can't crack it to see it again.


♪ I'm trying to do something, I'm trying hard to live ♪

# Don't run away from my destiny and forgive my enemies #

All the things I took away from my childhood still warm my heart.

Where are the songs of my childhood, Are you still alive, my old yard?


Chorus:

Youth, you're like a time lock.

And you can't crack it, you can't look at it again.

Youth, you are like a time lock.

And you can't crack it to live once more.

 

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Angelica Varum - Small Town (1993)

 

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