Character: Hunter

There is ash; it blows, like leaves in a storm. They can not catch, count, measure or capture. But we all know that. I was hoping it was a collective madness. The color drained world, because we splashed out of my humanity.

Darkness waiting in the wings. In the shadows all eyes vigilant.

Good sleep is the key to beauty.
- He's prettier than me won't, but I shall sleep, too.

We old folks rarely look good. We have too much to carry in my soul.

There are situations when even better to miss than not shoot.

The shepherd thinks about the herd of black sheep will take care of beasts of prey.

Maya stood up decisively. - I have on this line is not: Defeated scary - sadness, sadness, sadness!
I don't have more than one nipple! - neigh Snowstorm and immediately hid his head under the pillow, where given, - but in rhyme!
I was crying with laughter, but Maya didn't give up. She decided to hit Literaturii poetry seriously-depressive approach:
- Today I'm sad the whole day went...
- A liter of brew shattered, - the Hunter blurted out without thinking, and immediately got a slap from his beloved.

- Where did you serve?
- In Iraq. Two operations. Returned just over a year ago. Birds of a feather... where were you?
- In Hell.
- But seriously?
Seriously. In Hell.

The best game is the people. What could be better when their life is in your hands.

- Wait!
- I have children!
- You have no children!
- How is it not?
- If You had children, You weren't a coward!

- You're a hunter!
- Why are you shouting? What did I do? Hunter... Hunting is when the hunt. And when you feel like, then who cares?

Do not require awards of honor does not want.
Tell me if it is necessary - come and protection!
I don't need no gunpowder, no bullets, no wads
While in my ammunition the fire of my soul.

Not once threatened me in the forest because of the angle.
Bandits and daggers, hooves and horns.
But I walked forward, holding in front of him
One cartridge with buckshot and the other with courage.

Let the rowdy wind, the storm let stormed.
Roads beckon me, beckon me the way.
Don't know what I'll meet, but I carry with me -
One cartridge with buckshot, another cartridge with a dream.
Chorus:
PA-PA-PA-PA, the weather is mad!
PA-PA-PA-PA, the storm is threatening!
PA-PA-PA-PA, the storm is threatening!
As they say, there will be trouble.
But the brave heart of the enemy is not afraid.
But the brave heart of the enemy is not afraid!
PA-PA-PA-PA, PA-PA-PA-PA-pam,
And friend will not leave anywhere!