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Jesen donosi gastritis.

Obrisali su te i zasili.
Sad si samo sediment koze,
a prije si bila legura bakra i kositra.
...Bronca, moja, izgubljena.
Gdje je nestao sjaj tvoje lubanje?
Je li je teska zemlja probila tvoj lijes
i svilu kojom ti je prekriveno nekadasnje
mesnato lice i one divne crne oci,
i oni ozijci na kapcima od onoga gorkoga
pada.
Pretila Bronco,moja.
Samo si trag.Trag na kozi,
a nekad si bila,moja,vatra.

..i sto sad ako je jedan umro od raka jetre,
druga ima migrene a treci je nepokretan u kolicima,
samo cetvrti mirno sjedi u svojoj dubokoj starosti
?



Do you believe in fate or chances
Design or coincidences
Would you say that all the people
Live their life for good and evil
Some have reached the end of patience
Start to play with God's creation

They know you
Control you
In a game we shouldn't play
Corrupt your heart
And make you part
Of a game we shouldn't play
We run blind
In a game we shouldn't play
Its all a game we shouldn't play

If we shall die now it will happen
If we're good we'll come to heaven
If we shall live it will be so
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/3pm ]
End your life and you'll see limbo
All is fixed and predetermined
Only time will stretch new sins

He loves you
Alarms you
Of a game we shouldn't play
He tells your heart
To stay apart
From a game we shouldn't play
We run blind
In a game we shouldn't play
It's that kind of game
we shouldn't play

Manipulations on the genes
Nuclear contaminated seeds
Clone of the clone in
the breeder's zone
It's a game
A game we shouldn't play
We run blind
In a game we shouldn't play
It's that kind of game
we shouldn't play


Sretno vam sto god slavite.


[neki moj crtez]

[...71...]






+mijenjam kalup crtezima.

Post je objavljen 04.12.2008. u 20:47 sati.