Everything with them is the 'influence of environment', and nothing else. Their favorite phrase! From which it follows that, if society is normally organised, all crime will cease at once, since there will be nothing to protest against and all men will become righteous in one instant. Human nature is not taken into account, it is excluded, it's not supposed to exist! They don't recognise that humanity, developing by a historical living process, will become at last a normal society, but they believe that a social system that has come out of some mathematical brain is going to organise all humanity at once and make it just and sinless in an instant, quicker than any living process! That's why they instinctively dislike history, 'nothing but ugliness and stupidity in it', and they explain it all as stupidity! That's why they so dislike the living process of life; they don't want a living soul! The living soul demands life, the soul won't obey the rules of mechanics, the soul is an object of suspicion, the soul is retrograde! … You can't skip over nature by logic. Logic presupposes three possibilities, but there are millions! Cut away a million, and reduce it all to the question of comfort! That's the easiest solution of the problem! It's seductively clear and you mustn't think about it. That's the great thing, you mustn't think! The whole secret of life in two pages of print!.

 Fyodor Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment. 1866.

Fati, bellicoso :                               This is our song: endless conflict
                                                      Man torn apart from ill inflict
                                                      Hear us now!


Amati, dolce :                                 Darling,
                                                      Words come not easily
                                                      Lover,
                                                      To state it plainly
                                                      I love thee
                                                      Thou art my lifesblood
                                                      Should thou fall I fall with thee


Fati, bellicoso :                               Forth come the sting!
                                                      We sing the song!
                                                      We sing the song of madness
                                                      We gave the song!
                                                      This terrible song!
                                                      Must they delight or suffer?


Protettore, cavalleresco :                Mine own beloved,
                                                      Calm thy advances
                                                      For the time our gaze shall meet draws
                                                      Nigh! This I place on...


Protettore, lamentoso :                   God,
                                                      Is this the cost of sin?
                                                      Is it the loss of love?
                                                      Is this of circumstance?
                                                      Answer...


Fati, sostenuto :                             Silence

Fati, bellicoso :                               It-suo me rron Risi pahl ste

                                                      Menn tom rrom Fresty vome

                                                      Tse snoff

Amati, dolce :                                 Suyaf ta

                                                      Safian fe churi

                                                      Kiyat-la

                                                      To terus tsetnia

                                                      Ainen bi

                                                      Twu elun Mafto

                                                      I fi yun ni rronta sity

Fati, bellicoso :                               Frres vome risi

                                                      Risi mo tsom

                                                      Risi men som rrome

                                                      I kendio ston

                                                      Dhis tomen so

                                                      Musweede davi saza

Protettore, cavalleresco :               Yazwi toreo

                                                      Fizi se hela

                                                      Yageto rze i magite

                                                      Metwi de elessa

Protettore, lamentoso :                   Dei

                                                      O midi saqwale e

                                                      Span matle qireto e

                                                      Onn matle seqwale e

                                                      Ize

Fati, sostenuto :                             Secle e