L'Unifil ha paura del buio
Un nuovo dettaglio dalla Grande Ammuina delle forze Unifil in Libano.
Il confine sud viene pattugliato, ma non di notte. Che è pericoloso. Da Der Spiegel
La foto è di AFP
israel, lebanon, unifil, 1701
2.11.06
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vabbè, oramai siamo proprio al ridicolo
Oh I've got a brand new blue helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit
We don't go on night patrol, we stay home holding each others hands
We are the UNIFIL two and we're here to protect your land
Liberamente adattata
Palmiro:
Bellissima... l'originale che cos'era?
Tb
Roba scritta per prendere in giro gente che alla fine il partito armato l'ha disarmato davvero. Di pattuglia di notte pero' ci andavano, anche se tenendosi per mano :-D
Kinky Boots
I drove my saracen through your garden last night (sing up the RA)
I kicked your front door down around at midnight
Oh somthing's telling me boy you're avoiding me
And when I find you, you will go for your tea
CHORUS:
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki (karky)suit
And when we go on night patrol we hold each others hands
We are the british army and we're here to take your land
My good friend Bertie he's in the UDR (Who-ar, Who-ar)
Searching for weapons he will go near and far
Up around by Cappagh you'd never find him there
Oh the only gun he'd get there is an armalite in his ear
CHORUS:
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki (karky)suit
And when we go on night patrol we hold each others hands
We are the british army and we're here to take your land
My good friend Trevor he's in the RUC (I see, I see)
but now they've handed him his redundancy
The folks along the border won't be seeing him any more
That Provo sniper will be missing him for sure
CHORUS:
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki (karky)suit
And when we go on night patrol we hold each others hands
We are the british army and we're here to take your land
My good friend Nigel he's in the SAS (Oh yes, Oh yes)
He said a change is just as good as arrest
But now they've gone and posted him way down to Crossmaglen
He wishes to blazes he was back in jail again
CHORUS:
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki (karky)suit
And when we go on night patrol we hold each others hands
We are the british army and we're here to take your land
My good friend Sammy he's in the DUP (I see, I see)
An outstanding member as all the world can see
I can go up to to Donegal if you want to have some fun
He said I'll take a run there if I have nothing on
CHORUS:
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki (karky)suit
And when we go on night patrol we hold each others hands
We are the british army and we're here to take your land
Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more.
If you stay British soldiers if you stay
you'll never ever beat the IRA
the fourteen men in Derry are the last that you will bury
so take a tip and leave us while you may.
Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more.
No! we're not British we're not Saxon we're not English
we're Irish! and proud we are to be
so fuck your union jack we want our country back
we want to see old Ireland free once more.
Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more.
Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more.
Well we're fighting British soldiers for the cause
we'll never bow to soldiers because
throughout our history we were born to be free
so get out British soldiers leave us be.
Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more.
Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more
Ciao Anonymous, bella anche questa, tra le mie preferite, ma molto meno ironica. Anzi per nulla. Consoci Over the Wall?
Si, probabilmente lo e
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