Каста feat Ноггано - Viva La Revolucion
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Viva La Revolucion Feat. Noggano

Then thunder shells, then knockting stands
And only weak, friend, there is no place
"Viva La Revolucion" - Sings Guitar
Viva Comandante Che Guevara

Then thunder shells, then knockting stands
And only weak, friend, there is no place
"Viva La Revolucion" - Sings Guitar
Viva Comandante Che Guevara

I froze everything before dawn, the order is not going anywhere
We are here as if no, but at the same time we are here
In this nest, we can see stupid all day
Stupidly without a case, here else to all gloomily everywhere
And at night we drive sadness, only tea warms
While we listen to how these jungle are silent
We are here desperate, ready to chop on the shoulder hundred
Pave! Who goes? Answer!
Hey, what are you? A, this is yours, with parcels
With spoons, forks, circles, plates, bottles
We give all the trash near the village.
Everything is useful to us, because we even sleep on the trees!
Now everyone wants freedom, truth. I want too,
So the most glands here and sticking
There are no news from the brides,
Instead of them Ernesto Che
And he sometimes, harsh, than kicks himself
I know why we spent so many days and nights here
For the moment to hit the enemy directly into the skull
Time Che soon, now calm before the storm
Rejoice at the parcels, sit like mice, smoke

The new parcel was found harnesses, ointments and bandages.
Lives will be our recruits
And for me - what is important than any plaster -
Clean paper and seven simple markers
I draw my native home every day
And fighters sad, look with open mouth
Each color I save like a cartridge,
And when the alcohol ends in them, the rum will fill in them
There is nothing but boredom in this hole, brother
need something to take hands, I'm here Local Rembrandt
My drawings are hanging in the jungle, where
Our squad is rejoiced, enemies are angry
And if my blood suddenly becomes the eighth color
Maybe I do not live to the next winter
Let our executioners remember then
House where freedom is freedom where house

Then thunder shells, then knockting stands
And only weak, friend, there is no place
"Viva La Revolucion" - Sings Guitar
Viva Comandante Che Guevara

Then thunder shells, then knockting stands
And only weak, friend, there is no place
"Viva La Revolucion" - Sings Guitar
Viva Comandante Che Guevara

Noggano:
Shards in meat, fragmented bones
Companguance, you better throw me here
Throw you, bring you to the hospital and after
We will travel with senory seams.
Eh, war, kernels guns, nuclear cigarettes
Ernest, what is the hospital there, is it island?
Calm down, your salvation for us is a question of spirituality
And the fact that the hospital is not, it will build it.
That spoke, bitch, in our
It does not matter where and kuda to fuck, the main thing is to eat!
No matter where to die, just not from old age
I say: Von village, where the reed is exposed
Four huts, in the center of the head of the old man.
We have a wounded, Padre. Do you have bandages?
There are no bandages, better let's
I am, what smoke, the batyer? Same shame
I see the heroic mood in Mucchah cooled
You don't care about amputation and crutches
And in the worst case we would not have reported
So Vasily, not Ramsi. Calculated?
Meanwhile, grandfather from the weapon
Magnifier Nehuyny Bullbick
I thought so: if you die, then not from bullets
Well, what, Ernest, Fidel, Danube? Grandfather blowing
After the fifth circle of huts, people poured
For acquaintance Circle, girth in hand
From somewhere shrouded smoke fell Shaman Voodoo
They say everything will be good, a friend to treat
Just the Danube, the shaman blows and immediately gave oak
Fidel, Ernest, tear up muddy, let him sve
But the old man, bitch, and in the mustache does not blow
Lies, buzzing, letters drool, here La Puta!
Maybe I thought? Crutch from bamboo, fucking.
Piones tequila, smbob burns
Che Guevara has long been in the ground, without Fidel Cuba
I ask for stilts alms at the fashion club
Nicaragua, Colombia, Bolivia
On the table line of invigorating ynei
Without legs, but in children in the authority I
Latin America, Fly Comedy Finit!