To Moscow, To Moscow, To Moscow!

This Life Of Ours...human Life Is Like A Flower Gloriously Blooming In A Meadow: Along Comes A Goat, Eats It Up---no More Flower.

It's Been A Long Time Since I've Had Champagne.

Even While Lying, You'll Be Believed If You Speak With Authority.

Moscow Is A City That Has Much Suffering Ahead Of It.

Life Is A Vexatious Trap; When A Thinking Man Reaches Maturity And Attains To Full Consciousness He Cannot Help Feeling That He Is In A Trap From Which There Is No Escape.