So I put my hands up
The flag high! The ranks tightly closed!
SA march with bold, firm steps.
They’re playing my song,
Comrades shot by the Red Front and reactionaries
March in spirit in our ranks.
And the butterflies fly away
Clear the streets for the brown battalions,
Clear the streets for the stormtroopers!
Noddin’ my head like yeah
Already millions look with hope to the swastika
The day of freedom and bread is dawning!
Moving my hips like yeah,
Roll call has sounded for the last time
We are all already prepared for the fight!
And I got my hands up,
Soon Hitler’s flag will fly over the barricades.
Our servitude will soon end!
They’re playin my song
The flag high! The ranks tightly closed!
SA marches with a bold, firm pace.
I know I’m gonna be ok
Comrades shot by the Red Front and reactionaries
March in spirit in our ranks.
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA!
Green Grabbing and Constitutional Resistance in Mexico’s Lacandon Jungle
What happens when the protection of nature becomes a justification for dispossessing the people who have lived with, cultivated and cared for it for centuries? And what happens when those communities refuse to accept the premise that environmental protection is…
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