They're singing, dancing and celebrating.

They don't sing pop songs, they sing Afghan music.

What are they singing?

They are singing.

And still they sang.

(Applause) (Children singing)

They were singing and dancing.

Leave them alone.

They sang... ... songs of their faith... ... and of their joy.

Their joy gave them song.

What are they singing about?

Take a tune, sing high when they sing low, sing fast when they sing slow, and you've got a new tune.

Of course! Singers sing. You kidding me?

Thousands kneeling, singing God Save the Tzar.

Listen, now they're singing for Uncle Aron.

In karaoke bars, there are always people who sing

Guidons gaily fluttering. Bronzed men lustily singing.

Do you hear the singing of the women singing the sweet war song?

And from all around as people started singing and answering back, he sang

We've mapped them into the audio domain, so they're singing to you.

People singing and dancing down the streets, having a good time eating mushrooms?

As long as we can hear them singing, at least we know they're still there.

Don't worry about tunes. Take a tune, sing high when they sing low, sing fast when they sing slow, and you've got a new tune.

They sing for love, they dance for love, they compose poems and stories about love.

And the next week, everyone was saying There goes Donkey Ze, with his donkey.

They re ours!

They re here! They re here!

They're things like this.

Those are the Ubangis... one of the most feared and courageous tribes.

In the Middle Ages, troubadours would travel across the land singing their tales and sharing their verses Lesbor travels through the Balkans like this, singing, connecting people divided by religion, nationality and language.

The moon on the Grand Canal and the gondoliers singing... and Aunt Bea beside me, chuckling.

They jump high. They wear red.

They insist they never saw her.

All the assembly worshiped, and the singers sang, and the trumpeters sounded all this continued until the burnt offering was finished.

And all the congregation worshipped, and the singers sang, and the trumpeters sounded and all this continued until the burnt offering was finished.

And so, you know, I talk to my friends and I go to plays where they're singing Russian songs.

They don t fall over. They don t fall.

They are not. They are human beings with different views and different visions for the world.

They don't fall over. They don't fall.

They fear Ben Yusuf as we do. They are your friends.

They are bringing him, my friend. They are bringing your boy.

They're retired. They let their girls work for them.

They don't even think of themselves as animals.

They don't hang up on their wives. They don't hang up on life. Would you just please let go?

Danny, they're moving through the tunnel now. They're getting out.