evo novi post samo da crvenom feralu ispunin želju jer sam eto položila.
što li će biti tko to zna
da li je spremna moja ručna
ulazi instruktor strah i trepet
stari moj puno san napet
upali svitla a i auto usto
bože molin te da je na cesti pusto
kad eto vraga stiže baba
s kolicima pomalo po ulici vlada
brzi okret - mrtvi kut
i našoj je babi spašen kuk
ni takla je nisan brate mili
glupa baba bezveze sviri
par duševnih boli nikom ne škodi
zato hrabro ivana! samo brodi
udri po kočnici - semafor crveni
i u taj tren noga mi odrveni
al bit će sve ok nema beda
dizelaš juri ka da nema leda
kraj je vožnji i muci mojoj
instruktor drži sudbinu u ruci svojoj
na kraju san prošla i to triba znat
jadan onaj ko će meni vozačku dat
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They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the color of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth