- Himself - Interviewer and Narrator: I would like to hear what should be on your grave stone.
- Mikhail Gorbachev: We tried
- Mikhail Gorbachev: Alone I set out on the road; / The flinty path is sparkling in the mist; / The night is still. / The desert harks to God, And star with star converses. / The vault is overwhelmed with solemn wonder / The earth in cobalt aura sleeps... / Why do I feel so pained and troubled? / What do I harbor: hope, regrets? / I see no hope in years to come, / Have no regrets for things gone by. / All that I seek is peace and freedom! / To lose myself and sleep! / But not the frozen slumber of the grave... / I'd like eternal sleep to leave / My life force dozing in my breast / Gently with my breath to rise and fall; / By night and day, my hearing would be soothed / By voices sweet, singing to me of love. / And over me, forever green, / A dark oak tree would bend and rustle.