opet ja... eo bas malo dosla na net... treba se malo opustit... ajoj, al sam trazena... svi na msnu nekaj trebaju... hehe.... fala bogu! ugl... ovaj post bi posvetila frendu... luki... koji je jucer ni kriv ni duzan dobil batine... a jadan... tak mi ga je zao... neda mi se, ustvari, namjerno necu sve pisat kaj je bilo... totalno je sjebano... i tak... cijeli tjedan je bio neki sjeban... malo me skola jebe... nisam uooopce zadovoljna s ocjenama... i tak jos neke sitnice... i onda to na kraju s lukom... fkt je sve u kurcu... i jos ja danas ujutro dobila ˝ONO˝ zbog cega ce me ˝neko˝ cijeli dan zajebavat... tak da mislim da mi opet sve bude u kurcu... al wte.. bude proslo... maideni lijece sve... tak sam bila hepi kaj mi je ljubaf sve skino s neta od njih. jej jej jej!!! i tak... eto bas sam jucer pricala s anjom.. i ona mi je bila tuznic zbog luke... svi su neki u kurcu... al ona je sad bolje. to mi je tak super! e da, nesmijem zaboraviti reci, ona je danas jela riblje stapice s majonezom i.. i... zaboravila sam s cim jos. haha! mislim da ona sad isto pise neki malo jaci postic... heh.. bas smo svi neki inspirirani... i japa ima novi postic! jeeee! i tak... kaj sam ono htjela rec?... hm... sad se nemrem sjetit... a, da... ovaj tjedan je bil sveti niđo (i lukin rodjendan)! i tak... dobila sam svakakve gluposti. hehe. a jeote, neznam kaj mi je sad. tak sam imala super stvari u glavi kaj bi mogla napisat, a sad je sve nekam odleprsalo. isparilo... heh... uf… jedva cekam da prodju jos ova 2 tjedna i da budu praznici. i jedva cekam bozic! i novu godinu! napokon bude sve krenulo ispocetka. jedva sam se docekala… tolko je sranja i svega bilo ove godine. vec mi je pun kurac toga… eh… da… sad sam se opet svega sjetila… al wte…

In a foreign field he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words he prays
Tell the world of Paschendale

Relive all that he's been through
Last communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears
Let me tell you 'bout his years

Laying low in a blood filled trench
Kill tim 'til my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling rain
Never see my friends again

In the smoke, in the mud and lead
Smell the fear and the feeling of dread
Soon be time to go over the wall
Rapid fire and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and more gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends soon

Many soldiers eighteen years
Drown in mud, no more tears
Surely a war no-one can win
Killing time about to begin

Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again

The bodies of ours and our foes
The sea of death it overflows
In no man's land, God only knows
Into jaws of death we go

Crucified as if on a cross
Allied troops they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine
Such before has never been seen

Swear I heard the angels cry
Pray to god no more may die
So that people know the truth
Tell the tale of Paschendale

Cruelty has a human heart
Every man does play his part
Terror of the men we kill
The human heart is hungry still

I stand my ground for the very last time
Gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and over we go

Blood is falling like the rain
Its crimson cloak unveils again
The sound of guns can't hide their shame
And so we die on Paschendale

Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire
Running straight at the cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my breath
Say a prayer symphony of death

As we charge the enemy lines
A burst of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but no-one hears
Fell the blood go down my throat

Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again

See my spirit on the wind
Across the lines, beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet again
Those who died at Paschendale
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