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petak, 29.10.2004.
ljubav, ah ljubav
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evo za početak jedna dobra talijanska poslovica Bolje voljeti i izgubiti, nego uopće ne voljeti Jelte da je dobra? AL zar ne bi bilo bolje ovako... Bolje voljeti i voljeti i voljeti i voljeti ... Čuo sam da netko lijepo crta... iako...znao sam to već... probaj nacrtati mene, u tvom zagrljaju. Nacrtaj moje lice, dok me grliš. Moje oči, dok te gledam. Probaj nacrtati moje usne, dok me ljubiš. Zamisli sada tu sliku, zar ne bi bilo predivno, gledati koliko te volim. Možda su ovi stihovi lijepi, a možda nedostojni tebe ali sada, samo njima mogu ti reći, volim te...(na kamenu još piše) i znam da volim te treba bit kraj, al srce ne može tako malo jer volim te samo su dvije riječi, toliko puta izrečene... Želim ti reći mnogo više, Pogledaj u nebo i sjeti se mene... ...volim te, moj anđele... |
- 00:49 - prosvijetli me:) (2) - troši papir uzalud:) - link posta...ako te baš zanima...:)
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Scorpions
Wind of change
I follow the Moskva / down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change An August-summernight, / soldiers passing by listening to the wind of change.The world is closing in, / did you ever think that we could be so close, like it brothers? The future’s in the air / I can feel it everywhere blowing with the wind of change. Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change. Walking down the street. / Distant memories ate burried in the past forever. I follow the Moskva / down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,where the children of tomorrow share their dreams with you and me. / Take ma to the magic... The wind of change blows straight into the face of time, like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell / for peace of mind. Let your Balalaika sing what my guitar wants to say Take me to the magic...