dakle sretan božić svima(a ne samo njima...)
nek vam djed kggz donese sve što želite...:))
ovi božić je bio ok...
djed božićnjak je bio dobar...:))
dakle, što sam dobio za božić
dobio sam jaketu, cigare, žvake:), čarape, dezodorans, pjenu za brijanje,
a kokolina i ante su mi poklonili knjigu...:))
prvi put da mi je nko knjigu poklonio, a tako volin knjige... ma hvala vam puno...stvarno ste slatki...:))
onako usput knjiga se zove man and boy i na engleskom je, to zato, kako je kokolina rekla, da ušavršavam engleski...:))
snimio sam si jednu kazetu(tj. prvo san spržio cd i onda snimio na kazetu, sad doma slušan cd, a u autu kazetu...
evo popisa pisama...i sad recite da nisu dobre...:))
Scorpions: Wind of change
Bruce springsteen: Streets of philadelphia
Edo Maajka: Prikaze
Frank Sinatra: My Way
Heart: Make love to you
Matko Jelavić: Majko stara
Prince: Purple rain
Simon and Garfunkel: The sound of silence
Rolling Stones: Angie
Pink Floyd: We don't need no education
Louis Armstrong: Wonderfull world
Scorpions: Still loving you
Magazin: Tamara
Magazin: Ljube se dobri, loši, zli
Oliver Dragojević: Moje prvo pijanstvo
Oliver Dragojević: Svirajte noćas za moju dušu
Mladen Grdović: Odlazim
Oliver Dragojević: Sve bi da za nju
eto toliko za sada, moran sad iš-u smislit pjesmicu, reka san mu nešto napisat... nešto čumbasto...
ma iden ja sad spavat...:))
a evo vam i pljosova izvedenica čestitke...happy christmas and a merry new year...:))
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...
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...