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četvrtak, 28.10.2004.

Zdenko Runjić



Galeb i ja

Lipo mi je, lipo mi je
na lažini suvoj ležat
na osami blizu mora
nad pučinom tebe gledat
moj galebe
Tebe gledat s' tobon letit
povrj svega nimat straja
pa prkosit svakoj buri
i neveri ća sve vaja
moj galebe

Ća sve vaja u svom bisu
da i more vrije, pini
bit gospodar usrid svega
živo klicat u visini
u visini ka da sunce
bez pristanka nama sije
i da ništa na tvom nebu
i na moru bisno nije
moj galebe
bisno nije dokle krila
tebe nose kud god želiš
pa neveri oli suncu
ti se rugaš i veseliš

Na osami blizu mora
dok se sunce zemlji smije
slušan tebe kako kličeš
lipo mi je, lipo mi je
moj galebe

...zbogom...

- 23:40 - prosvijetli me:) (1) - troši papir uzalud:) - link posta...ako te baš zanima...:)

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