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utorak, 25.01.2005.
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malo san vratio ovo kako je bilo prije kolapsa...:)) LOVE HURTS Love hurts, love scars, Love wounds, and marks, Any heart, not tough, Or strong, enough To take a lot of pain, Take a lot of pain Love is like a cloud Holds a lot of rain Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts I’m young, I know, But even so I know a thing, or two I learned, from you I really learned a lot, Really learned a lot Love is like a flame It burns you when it’s hot Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts Some fools think of happiness Blissfulness, togetherness Some fools fool themselves I guess They’re not foolin’ me I know it isn’t true, I know it isn’t true Love is just a lie, Made to make you blue Love hurts, ooh,ooh love hurts Ooh,ooh love hurts možda ova pisma i nema puno veze s tim kako se ja sad osjećam, opet mi nekako savršeno odgovara večeras... možda ću sad malo skrenit s teme, ali znate kad razmišljate...jel iko razmišlja na nekom stranom jeziku...meni se često dogodi da razmišljam na engleskom...neman pojma zašto...jednostavno razmišljam...ipak ono o čemu mislin to povezuje s ojećajima, morat ću jedan dan zapisivat sve što tog dana mi se mota po glavi...to bi bila zbrka na ekranu dreams are my reality... |
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Wind of change
I follow the Moskva / down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change An August-summernight, / soldiers passing by listening to the wind of change.The world is closing in, / did you ever think that we could be so close, like it brothers? The future’s in the air / I can feel it everywhere blowing with the wind of change. Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change. Walking down the street. / Distant memories ate burried in the past forever. I follow the Moskva / down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,where the children of tomorrow share their dreams with you and me. / Take ma to the magic... The wind of change blows straight into the face of time, like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell / for peace of mind. Let your Balalaika sing what my guitar wants to say Take me to the magic...