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Due to numerous requests of fans of my favorite band Ska-p, I decided to publish translations so loved our songs. Because it does not matter that the lyrics are not understood. A text not about amor-Corazon and shoes - waffles. Therefore, I will spread and common sense, and which do not zalenyus pony. So that fans check out all the buzz and сочность испанских выражений.

И любимая песня, хит № 1: Waltz of the worker


Proud to be among the proletariat
is difficult to make ends meet
and having to sweat and sweat
"pa" earn our bread.

This is my site, this is my
people are workers, business class
so, brother proletarian, proudly
I sing this song, we are the revolution. SI

LORD!, Revolution,
Yes Lord, Yes Lord, we are the revolution,
your enemy is the boss, SI
Lord, Yes Lord, we are the revolution, long live the revolution
.

"Estyhasta" the balls to put up with leeches,
which I steal my dignity. My life is consumed
supporting this routine
chokes me every day. Happy
the employer, more calluses on my hands

my kidneys are going to burst. I have no fucking
hard, but I'm quoting
your welfare state.

RESISTANCE!

This is my site ...

In this democracy there is a lot smarter than you
lucrative squeezing our class.
They care if you have four eggs
fourteen children and grandmother can not operate. We

workers, the basis of this game
which always loses the same "Noob"
a well thought out game, in which we are silent
and fuck you if you do not want to play.

RESISTANCE!
DES-O-BE-DIEN-CIA!




Вальс рабочих
Я горд, что я пролетарий
Хоть и трудно дотянуть before the end of the month.
And we have to work hard and work hard,
To earn his bread.

This is my place, these are my people!
We are workers, elected class,
That is why, brother proletarian, proudly
I sing you this song, we are the revolution!

Yes sir! Revolution.
Yes sir! Yes sir! we have a revolution.
Your Enemy - Head
Yes sir! Yes sir! we have a revolution.
Before Long live the revolution

zasnoshalsya I hate these leeches,
degrading my dignity.
My life runs in a routine,
That sucks me deeper with each passing day.
more calluses on my hands, the happier businessman,

my kidneys explode
in my pocket nor Duro,
But I still pay the
Your well-being.
RESISTANCE!

This is my place ...

Many only seek a profit from this democracy,
squeezing all the juice out of our social class.
And they do not fuck, you've got 14 children
and inoperable grandmother

We are working, the basis of this game,
in which to lose.
This clever game, but we silent,
and if you do not want to play - you otimeyut!

RESISTANCE!
NOT-UNDER-Chinen!