Коммунизм рокер джокер текст песни

Обновлено: 12.11.2024

broken teeth
crooked fingers
worn faces
blurred smiles.
lived by chance
sleepy weeks -
good reason
write to Fidel!

let him send me the sun
in a pink envelope
let the sea send me
and salty wind!
I'll stick it
to my under the covers
to get stronger
so that the sky becomes .

write letters to Fidel
from May to April!
write letters to Fidel.
I only Fidel and believe!
write letters to Fidel
from May to April!
write letters to Fidel.
I only Fidel and believe!

but Fidel cocaine from Cuba .
snow is coming and falling on the lips .
uno, dos, tres, quatro!

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