Текст песни Каста - Viva La Revolucion

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

Snake:
Frozen everything until dawn, the order will not climb
We are here as if it is not, but at the same time we are here
In this nest, we can spend the whole day stupidly
Stupidly around, there is still everything gloomy everywhere
And at night we persecuted sorrow warms only tea
As we listen to these silent jungle
We are desperate here, ready to cut on the shoulder hundred
Stop! Who goes? Answer me!
Hey, you Che? Oh, it's her, with parcels
With spoons, forks, cups, plates, bottles
We are giving all the trash the nearest village.
Everything is useful to us, because we even sleep on trees!
Today everyone wants freedom, truth. I want too,
Therefore, on the tonsils, and then stuck
From the bride is not news,
Instead, Ernesto Che
And he, at times, more severe than the Pinochet
I know why we're here spent so many days and nights
For the moment to strike the enemy right into the skull
Time Che soon now calm before the storm
We rejoice parcels, sitting as a mouse, smoke

Hamil:
The new parcels were found bundles, ointments and bandages.
Alive will be our recruits
And for me - is that more important than any patch -
Blank paper and seven simple markers
I paint every day of your own home
And the men are sad, watching open-mouthed
Each color I'm saving as a patron,
And when they end in alcohol, I will fill them rum
There is nothing but boredom in this hole, brother
you need something to occupy his hands, I was a local Rembrandt
In the jungle of hanging my drawings, wherever you step into
Our group is pleased, angry enemies
And if my blood suddenly become the eighth color
Maybe I did not live to see the next winter
Let our executioners then remember
Home is where freedom, liberty are where the house

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

Noggano:
Pieces of meat, crushed bones
Kompaneras you throw me better here
Come on, get you to the hospital and after
We will stop off to visit senoritochkami
Oh, the war, yadry guns, nuclear cigarettes
Ernest, a hospital here, there is a 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, we
No matter where Kuzia ebashit important - ebashit
No matter where die, just not from old age
I say: there village where cane forming ears
Four huts, campfire in the center of the old man.
We got wounded, Father. Do you have any bandages?
Bandages No, better let rising
I say, a smoke, Pops? ASIC shame
I see the heroic attitude in cool muchacho
You still amputation and crutches
And in the worst case, we used you and so not told
So Basil, not Ramsey. Understand?
Meanwhile Granddaddy of weapons muzzle
I make nehuystvenny bulbik
I thought, if the die, it is not a bullet
Well, Che, Ernest, Fidel Dunem? Grandpa blowing
After the fifth round of the huts poured people
For acquaintance circle gitarku up
Somewhere enveloped in smoke fell Voodoo shaman
Like, everything is gud, will treat each other
Here are just tung
Shaman blew and immediately gave oak
Fidel, Ernest, to cheer up a muddy, let conjures
But the old man, bitch, and mustache is not blowing
Lies, kicks, drooling, that la puta!
Maybe that I messed up?
Crutch of bamboo, shit. It pours tequila, sambuca lights
Che Guevara for a long time in the ground, without Fidel Cuba
I ask for alms on stilts at the trendy club
Nicaragua, Colombia, Bolivia
On the table invigorating frost line
Without the feet, but the children in the authority I
Latin America, compactly la comedy!