the russian men sing robustly in their choir of heavenly devotion lifting the muscles of their hearts and vocal chords their diaphragms and lungs theirs souls and spirits
so sublime is their resonance, so luscious is their harmony that it leaves little doubt as to the miracle of this living dream
despite the chicanery and horror of generations we persist in churning out these folds of well-cultivated bliss and genius
all will sing, in unique and primal-born voices: glory to god in the highest.