Shadows are moving. Hi, and here is the infantry.
Three days in a row we are hunted.
They slowly surrounded us. Squeezing the ring.
There are 17 of us - we are all experienced partisans.
I'm Ernest Che Guevara, kind of a senior here.
Each of us faced death hundreds of times.
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There, on that side, on that shore,
The one, who waits me for breakfast or dinner.
There, on that side, on that shore,
The one, who waits, hear me, I'll not come.
The forest is full of flying lead and enemies,
And a foreign land is lying under my feet,
But there is still a cigar and about 7 cartridges.
The chances are melting like clouds in the sky,
We need to break free, but we don’t have enough strength,
And not all the guys, unfortunately, are alive.
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That's all. Seems, there is not much strength left,
Cartridges ran out and legs are shot thru,
But the cigar is still lit.
Enemies are happy, they got Che Guevara.
The guy who came to kill me is confused.
I'm a man, so don't be shy ... Shoot, boy...
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