Character: Choir

The enemy banners before us fell. Praise the saviors sing yours! We defended our fatherland, we will always defend it! Glory to the heroes, the homeland to those who saved, glory!

For the glorious city of Moscow!

Glorify this wedding feast
Fun songs, ringing of the lire!

Why not the sun died out?
Why not hit the towers?
Why not blow the sky?
After all, people died!

- Have you heard? Some guy stabbed the girl.
- Here's a knife! Right in the heart and liver hurt.
- What hurt?
- All affected!
And blood dripped... In the bathroom the whole floor is flooded!
- Two paramedics - what's our tally?
- Not long!
- Yes, he sat in the train.
- Who? Killed?
Yeah. And the case his girl in the back was dragging.
- So alive?
- Of course!
- Here is the city! Come home in the evening - and there's nothing to tell...

Experience teaches you many things. None of the people do not trust a prophet with no experience become. Postijni future destiny.

Everything in life is impermanent:
Stars, trouble and wealth.
Fragile happiness
Suddenly disappeared,
A moment - and the joy returned.

For many, the pilgrim hope - the key to bliss, but for many people it is empty deception, unbridled human wishes impossible dream.

Blessed among mortals, those whose life didn't angry. But those shocked by the will of God's house, not destined to avoid troubles.

All solutions are immortal immutable; God's eternal keeping.

Mortals we must remember about our last day, and a happy you can, obviously, only to those who have reached the limit of life, it is misery not knowing.

If mortal is exalted in word or in deed, is not afraid of justice and does not honor idols of God - Yes, an evil fate will befall the ill-fated arrogance of it!

Pride generated a tyrant. She had tired of all the crazy, alien and the benefit and good.

Only those who drink vitamins - to-the-death live!