» Sat May 28, 2011 2:07 am
Dakayev looked at George
" We move out now! Lets get going. And a side note for you ALL. If you notice an Enclave refugee , pick them up, we need all the men we can get. Lets move out! George, you stick with me, I need guidance throughout this area."
Dakayev arranged his things in his belt while the others began to [censored] their guns and grab ammo cartridges. This was true war.
" Oh, lets sing a song to pass this trip men, on me! "
"Yesli na atchiznu nagryanyet bieda, pozaviot soldata truba. Armiya may?, ty na strazhe vsiegda! Ty - may? lyubov i sudyba!
Chorus:
Obyknaviennaya, sudba niliogkaya vayennaya.
Lyubov surovaya, no vyernaya. Gatovy my na ratnyi trud.
My vse, my vse ispytany ni raz, ni dva bayami-marshami.
My at soldata i da marshala - adna simya!
Nash oktyabr s nami v pakhodnom strayu!
S nami pyesni krasnykh baytsov, perbyi dyen, vayny, i pabyednyi salyut, I sudba pogibshikh atsov...
Chorus.
Mchatsya nashi gody, No zhizn moloda!
I pay?t kak prezhde truba.
Armiya may?, ty na strazhe vsy?gda!
Ty - may? lyubov i sudba!"
The whole force began to sing on Dakayev as they began to march outside towards Tenpenny tower.