Lenin sang, with genuine sadness:

  Case rarely warrior gray hair,

  Yes on war deaden feelings!

  Blade honed hurt,

  Heart stone in the shower is empty!

  And space is also evil to take,

  It's all open - no trench!

  Here attacks the Earth creature,

  The curse of the prophet has come true!

  Star sheds a sad light,

  Where's the fun - the other in the grave!

  Let there be a feat, this sung,

  In the Holy, exalted.

  I lead the ship through the fog,

  Pray to escape death's sting!

  Do not confused captain,

  In the depths of vile deception!

  The comet is a good sign,

  She promises in battles victory!

  Red poppy flag flies,

  Own galaxy will come!

  Fatherland under you the whole world,

  Recognized the sanctity of voluntarily!

  And who is now in the country idol,

  We choose arbitrarily!

  But once again duty calls soldier,

  Many of the constellations, and empires!

  And we have one homeland,

  Serve it is true Russians draw!

  War, war, everywhere war,

  Burn the planets, the stars cry!

  In childhood Dreams of silence,

  We pray about the rest of the tear!

  But never Russ , not will betray,

  Even if death is inevitable!

  After all, the knight will not tolerate shame,

  Its essence rebellious!

  A little bit more, hit the jump,

  Opponent is rattled... runs away!

  All difficulties only for an hour,

  Fatherland same age shines!

  The leader of the world proletariat sang( he had a good voice even during his lifetime) and fought like a lion. It seemed to him that she was no longer the head of the world's first socialist state, and a brave Russian warrior, persistently and successfully fighting in the galactic war.

  Here is another transparent "poprygunchik", caught the most accurate hit burst like a soap bubble. Candy, dying sluggishly squeaked:

  "Black cheese co..." And vanished.

  Vladimir Ilya suddenly became ashamed:

  And why are we fond of archivername - plywood patriotism! This is a kind of caricature of Soviet patriotism!

  Partner-sausage pinned:

  - And you're just a diva from the madhouse!

  Vladimir Ilyich was seriously angry:

  - Other revile those who usually impose the pants in the fight!

  Sausage of the race, brought down the streams inesqueciveis pulses. They flew like confetti, but breaking into the dangerous proximity of the transparent armor, slightly melted it.

  Arabella played "barrel", turned around axis and has moved diagonally, simultaneously down and to the left. Then a spiral up the hill.

  The sausage giggled:

  - You sausages are finished pacifists!

  Vladimir Ilyich parried:

  Better to be cool to be a fascist than without the rod, a pacifist! Added leaving in broken lines the flow from the Princeps-plasma ejected in the form of prompt blots. - A strong traits, safer weak angel will provide Paradise on Earth!

  His breakthrough single in the style kangaroo and two guns, and four machine guns lupanul the target. Annoying partner, who became an obsessive opponent, shattered into a million pieces. Posthumous squeak:

  - Wow....