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108 lines
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Che Guevara - Итальянский
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How much time has passed
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Since that day in autumn
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An advanced in October
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With the sky already dark
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Among exam sessions
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Days lost in laziness
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Youth, of the trash
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He came the news.
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He took us like a punch
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We froze dejection
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Knowing in ugly snout
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"Che" Ghevara was dead.
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In that October day
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In the ground Boliviana
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He was betrayed and lost
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Ernesto Che Guevara
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It offuscaron books
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He darkened the room
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Why she had died with him
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A Our hope
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These were the years Fairies
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Of myths sung
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And of disputes
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Eran past days
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To discuss and to the beautiful illusions cards
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"That" Guevara was dead
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Everyone thought he was
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What with us his thoughts
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In the world he remained (2 times)
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They spent seasons
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But still we continued
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To eat illusions
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And truth every hour
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Years each discovery
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Years no regrets
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Force comrades alert!
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You must go on.
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We always went forward
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With our flags
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Intonandole all
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Those our chimeras
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In October day
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In the ground Boliviana
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With hundred strokes died
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Ernesto Che Guevara
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The Third World is crying
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Everyone now knows
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What "What" Guevara died
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Never again will return
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But something changed
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Finiron day
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Of that 'emotions
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And rialzaron head
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The eternal enemies
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Against ribelioni
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"That" Guevara was dead
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And everyone understood him
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And a hero is lost
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And something ran out (2 times)
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And something negl 'years
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He finished really
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Cozzando against the deceptions
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Del daily living
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The companions of a day
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O parties or sold
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It seems if there of around
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A few survivors
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Precisely for this hour
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I would listen
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A voice that still
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He begins to sing
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In an October day
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In the ground Boliviana
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With hundred strokes died
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Ernesto Che Guevara
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The Third World is crying
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Everyone now knows
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What "What" Guevara died
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Maybe not return
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But you reactionaries tremble
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No finite revolutions
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And you used that dozens
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different words
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The same prisons.
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A somewhere someday
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Where you will not know
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Where not expect it
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The "Che" will return (2 times) |