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Tga

Ovo je jedan od onih dana...Ne vidim ni tracak neba,sve je turobno...Jutros kad sam se probudila,jos sam i bila ok,a onda sam krenula na posao,i stigla na parking.Oko mene je hujao neki turobni vetar,na moja kola je popadalo lisce.Prisla sam im,i sklanjala sam jedan po jedan list.Oteo mi se uzdah,i obuzela me neka tuga.U glavu mi je istog trenutka usetao Stratovarius i pesma Before the winter :

Before the summer turns to winter
Before the dreams will turn to snow
I see the yellow leaves are falling
And soon I know I have to go
But I'll be back before the summer
Next year you're in my arms again
The winter breeze will send my message
It will keep you warm until then
The path to home is long and winding
I'll keep the flame alive for you until I am back
You and I will walk that road together
I'll show that all the dreams are true
If you only let them be before the winter

Idem da uronim glavu u posao i da potisnem tezinu u sebi koju sad osecam...