ve-lOp-ment!!! ====  * 16 1997 *   ,  5 . - , - . , . . , , - , - , , , . (), , - , , : - Everybody be cool this is a robbery! Any of you fuckin' pricks move and I'll execute every one of you motherfuckers! Got that? - . " , , !...", . - , , , : " ! ! !.." , , . " : , !" (), :: - , . , . - . ( ) - . R? . , - ... Lieberfraumilch . , _18_ . , "", : " ! - - !". . " ". - , - . 100 . . , , . ..., , . , . - , , . , - . -. . : ? - ... . . . , . , , . - Menu, please. Thank you. No, I am not hungry. Ehm-mm, do you have dry wine by any chance? Oh, I see. We-e-ll, please give me four glasses and a bottle of ...emmm...can I look at that one? No, the one to the left - "Lieberfraumilch". Thank you, thank you. Yes. So - this bottle and four glasses. No, don't open it. I want to do it myself, you know. It will be more romantic... Look, I have an opener! Yes, we will drink it here. Madame, I am Jegova witness, we never lie. Thank you. , ....  * 17 1997 *   ! : , , . - , , (.. ). " ! ! !" - , . , ( - - , , , , ) - . ... , , . , ...  , , ... . . - , , . , . , , . , , . . . , . , -, .  . . . . , . , . , - , - . , , . , . , , , . , - . / , " " / -, . .. (. .) . (. ), . . . .  , : . , , . - , . , . - - , - , - ...  , ... - . : - - , - . , , , ISFiT'.   , . . , 5 , , , . -, ... ( ) , , , : ! ! Cast ... ... . ... . . , -- , . , ...  . H H H !  ---------------------------------------------------------------  * 1 *  --------------------------------------------------------------- -. / / ,   . . The tanks were rattling like a thunder The soldiers went to final fight And here they carried young commander With head all broken outright His tank was hit with armor-piercer So say good-bye to Guardian crew Just four more corpses in the hillside Will add to fair morning view 'Cause now the vehicle is a-burning Wait for the shells to detonate You wanna live to see this morning But you're too weak and it's too late So they'll extract you from the remains They'll put your coffin on the clay And fire & thunder from the mainguns Will see you into your last way For now the telegrames are flying To tell the friends and relatives That their good son is never coming And never getting any leave And there's that photo on the bookshelf Collecting dust for years on end - In uniform, with shoulder-boards on... And he will never be her man. In unifo-orm, wI-EEEEEEth shoul-der-bo-ards OOOOOOOn... And he will never be her man. * * * . . . Late at night I'm walking home After smoking up some hash Life at once is getting better Getting wonderful and fresh I walk, I smoke.. I walk, I smoke.. And my ears ring, And the skies sing And there stands a fog Over everything Through the night an' day There stands a fog Over all my way There hangs a smoke All the night an' day There hangs a smoke Over all my way... And here - I walk.... I smoke... I walk... I smoke... Look how I walk An' smoke Just walk... An' smoke...