Текст песни Каста - Viva La Revolucion

Chorus: (2 times)
That thunder of shells , then knock castanets
And only the weak one , there is no place
«Viva la revolucion» - singing guitar
Viva comandante Che Guevara

snakes:
All stopped before dawn , the order will not climb
Us here as if not, but at the same time we are here
In this nest , we can sit stupidly all day
Blankly around , then there's everything gloomy everywhere
And at night we persecuted sadness warms only tea
While we listen to these silent jungle
We got desperate , ready to hack on one shoulder
Hold it! Who goes there? Answer!
Hey, you what? Oh, it's his , to parcels
With spoons, forks , cups, plates , bottles
Gives us all the trash the nearest village .
All useful to us , because we even sleep in the trees !
Today everyone wants freedom and truth . And I want
Therefore, on the tonsils and then stuck
From brides no news,
Instead, Ernesto Che
And he sometimes more severe than the Pinochet
Know why we are here spent many days and nights
For the moment to strike the enemy right in the skull
Che time soon, now calm before the storm
Rejoice parcels sit as mice , smoke

Hamil :
The new premise wiring were found , ointments and bandages .
Our recruits will be alive
And for me - what's important any patch -
Blank paper and seven simple markers
I paint every day your family home
And men are sad , watching with open mouth
Every color I save as a patron ,
And when they end in alcohol, I will fill them in rum
There is nothing but boredom in this hole , brother
you need something to occupy your hands , I've been a local Rembrandt
In the jungle, hanging my drawings , wherever SHagni
Rejoices in our squad , angry enemies
And if my blood suddenly becomes the eighth color
I can not live until next winter
Let our executioners then remember
Home is where freedom, freedom where house

Chorus: (2 times)
That thunder of shells , then knock castanets
And only the weak one , there is no place
«Viva la revolucion» - singing guitar
Viva comandante Che Guevara

Noggano :
Shards of meat , crushed bone
Kompaneras you throw me better here
Come on , get you to the hospital and after
We will stop off to visit with senoritochkami
Ah, war yadry guns , nuclear cigarettes
Ernest , what hospital here , it w island
Calm down, your salvation is for us a question of spirituality
And the fact that there is no hospital , so it is built
That is to say bitch in our
No matter where and where will ebashit , most importantly - ebashit
No matter where die , just not from old age
I say : there village there with ripe cane
Four huts in the center of the old man by the fire .
We've got wounded , padre. Do you have any bandages ?
No bandages , let's better to smoke
I say, what the smoke , Pops ? Poimena shame
See the heroic mood in cool Muchacho
You still amputation and crutches
And in the worst case we have used and you do not have informed
So Basil, not Ramsey . Got it ?
Meanwhile, the granddaddy of the weapon muzzle
Fashioned nehuystvenny bulbik
I thought: if die , it is not a bullet
Mr. Che , Ernest , Fidel Dunem ? grandpa blows
After the fifth round of the huts people poured
For acquaintance circle, guitars in hand
Shrouded in smoke from somewhere fell voodoo shaman
He said everything will be cool , I will treat each other
Here are just a tung
shaman blew and immediately gave the oak
Fidel , Ernest , to cheer up the muddy , let conjures
But the old man , bitch, did not object to blows
Lies , kicks , drooling , here la puta!
Maybe that I messed up ?
Crutch bamboo fucking . Pouring tequila, sambuca burns
Che Guevara long in the land , without Fidel Cuba
I'm on stilts alms at Fashion Club
Nicaragua , Colombia , Bolivia
On the table bracing frost line
Without legs , but children in the authority I
Latin America, compactly la comedy !