Текст песни Гуантанамера - 3 литра

3 liters in a dirty backpack
We are promised a celebration of life.
And you walk light
And do not give a damn about the rain and dirt to me.

A bouquet of flowers in your hands
And the dust of the fields on the boots;
Excessive strength does not give us
Stand still. He is calling ...
In those places where no one is waiting for us.

We are leaving the city
And we are leaving the villages.
We go around the places
In which knees are stuck.

A bouquet of flowers in your hands
And the dust of the fields on the boots;
Excessive strength does not give us
Stand still. He is calling ...
In those places where no one is waiting for us. <-3x

3 liters in a dirty backpack
We are promised a celebration of life.
And you walk light
And do not give a damn about the rain and dirt to me.

A bouquet of flowers in your hands
And the dust of the fields on the boots;
Excessive strength does not give us
Stand still. He is calling ...
In those places where no one is waiting for us.