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On the mountain top

I see something black

Is it cow shit

Or my beloved

The whole world is our country

Liberty is our law

And just one thought...

Just one thought burns in our hearts

Wanderers on land

And sea

For an idea

We lave our loved ones behind

But all your exiled people

Shall return to you

And brandish the torch

To demand their rights

Hey, Potemkin!

Aren't you from that famous revolution that failed?

l mean the one in 1905.

Captain, I am your new lover.

The annunciation!

l'm starving for love.

l'm hungry for love.

Those who starve know how to make love.

They're charged with electricity.

Where is this boat going?

All the way.

All the way?

To the bottom.

You need a good sailor on this boat. Come. I'll treat you well.

What a joy to meet...

an authentic...

sexual proletarian!

Beast!

Fascination!

Forward!

Optimistic tragedy!

Oh, sailor!

Stick your sword in! You won't hurt her!

''Man'' - how proud that word sounds!

Forward, people, to battle

The red flag, the red flag

The red flag wiII triumph

The red flag wiII triumph

Long Iive communism and freedom

l have presents for you.

A real Arabian carpet.

You like it?

Made in China.

Vodka from Berkeley, California.

For you.

And my friend...

Leonide.

And my name is Luv Bakunin.

Do you like my friend?

Entrust your fate to no one!

People!

The policeman's boot crushes your desires and feelings.

Let's be realistic and demand the impossible.

A good bath, for instance.

l haven't had one in four months.

Let's be reaIistic, comrades

And demand the impossibIe

A hot bath, for instance

Don't stay here.

This boat is full of corpses.

lt doesn't matter.

The whole world is full of corpses.

lN THE KATYN FOREST

Let's be reaIistic, comrades

And demand the impossibIe

To see this worId of vioIence

And so much suffering makes me high

To Iive more fuIIy I wiII die

Such passion cries out for forgiveness

River of bIood, carnage

I wiII shout

''I want more!"

Night of the sun, oh my heart, to ceIebrate the expIosion

With the motor of history driving me on

I'm a wiId staIIion

My goIden mane fIies in the wind

As I seek out good times

My vaIiant sword stands ever ready

This wiId staIIion cannot be tamed

Stirring up passion wherever I go

This is my song

A thousand steeds wiII rise from my grave

Untamed and unafraid

Let's get a picture of Sacr� Coeur!

Stand right there!

lt's him! Master, we must have a picture.

Where's my veal chop?

lt's a real love cramp.

The man's organ is erect.

The woman's love muscle closes tightly around it.

Sometimes it tickles, but sometimes

they get stuck.

Happens to dogs too.

Hors d'oeuvres for table 12.

When l left for Spain...

in the war

against all war and against fascism...

my doctor said to me,

''Comrade...

don't go!

You're too weak.

You're so delicate.''

He said, ''Life is so fragile.

lt must be protected.''

''From what?'' l asked.

''From water? Fire?

Wind?

Men?

You can wipe your ass with your advice,'' l told him.

l told my husband...

''Freedom and communism start today.''

''Love starts today''...

l told my lover.

''We can't wage revolution with lies,''

l told the secretary of my party cell.

l told my soldiers,

''Our aim in this war isn't to die on the field of honor.

Whoever falls and dies is a real schmuck,

a total idiot!''

Everyone has deserted me.

Only a few old soldiers come visit me now and then.

Don't stay here.

Nice and flat so l can cut little slices.

Can l cut it now?

No one's answering. Shall l cut it?

Delicious! Who wants a slice?

Is it cow shit

Or my beIoved

Everyone l loved is dead.

l feel good.

lt always starts out that way.

lt always starts out so well.

Sugar everywhere.

l don't believe it.

This boat is full of sugar.

Sugar is dangerous.

Fine weather today.

How can you say that?

Sugar is dangerous.

Makes you live dangerously.

Are you afraid of the past?

l brought all this sugar here,

but the bitter taste still lingers.

ln any case, the traces can't be erased.

What about the witnesses?

The witnesses must disappear.

That's good.

Go on.

No explanation?

Not everything can be explained.

l was so jealous when Vakulinchuk was killed.

I was so jeaIous when VakuIinchuk was kiIIed.

My God, how sad you are!

ls the tear ready?

Easy, easy.

Perfect.

Perfect. Very beautiful.

Sensational!