Pjesma o ljudima i nadi.... (ne poistovjecuj se s njom...:) jer nema veze sa vezom...
Walking, down the streets of life,
talking to a man ... wandering around
I see a man, almost every day,
a lonely man and his guitar
In his eyes I see a face of mine
I don't like it but I know
My life is a mess
when you look at it,
My life is a mess,
when I made my hit
My life is a dream,
when I feel so good
My life is a dream
when Im so damn rood..
In his eyes I see the blue sky
faces, places, smoking suetcasis
people are ment to fly
Into that damn blue sky.
My life is a road
to anywhere
My life is a trip
to past, future, and now
My life is a soul
of mine
My life is a goal
to achive and win
Feel me, feel me bad
Love me, love me cause Im bad
My life ... my life is
choice to be, reason to live
walking in the park,
smiling in the dark
lovin' people.... lite my soul
My life is a mess
when you look at it,
My life is a mess,
when I made my hit
My life is a dream,
when I feel so good
My life is a dream
when Im so damn rood..
Take me to another place
where people are in grace
no more hate to the word
just small victory is heard
My life is....
Post je objavljen 20.08.2004. u 09:24 sati.