POLJOPRIVREDNO LJUBAVNA
Pola grada sad po kisi gaca
Bit ce poma, bit ce krastavaca
Molimo se svetom Petru
Daj nam sedam litri po kvadratnom metru
I paprici mozemo se nadat
Nastavi li kisa 'vako padat.
Kisa pada, zelenilo raste
Nebom lete muve, djelimicno laste
Kisa pada, zelenilo raste
Nebom lete muve, djelimicno laste.
Kisa pada, ulice se moce
Neka kisne kome se hoce
Ja sam s dragom na suvome mjestu
Ljubimo se, gledam mokru cestu
Ona kaze, mokra san ti i ja
Ja se mislin, e to san i tija.
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Let me feel,I don't care if i break down..
Let me fall even if I hit the ground..
and if I crye a little, die a little at leas i know I lived....
PUDDLE OF MUDD LYRICS
"She Hates Me"
Met a girl, thought she was grand
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued
in a trapped trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
She fucking hates me
trust
she fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away
She was queen for about an hour
after that shit got sour
she took all I ever had
no sign of guilt
no feeling of bad, no
In a trapped trip I can't grip
never thought i'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
[Chorus]
that's my story, as you see
learned my lesson and so did she
now it's over and i'm glad
'cause i'm a fool for all i've said
NEŠTO O MENI
e evo recimo da ja iman 16 god i da san iz sinja.........i tako to....i slušan rock....ma zapravo slušan ja sve....al najviše taj eto rock iako se na mom kompu može nać sve osim cajki. a je iman nikotin
opsjednuta san tree hillom al ima i za to razlog..
mrzin sapunice i sve šta je na tv-u..osim već spomenutog..e da...mrzin glupe,naporne,umišljene (jer se suprotnosti privlače), dvolične ljude.
slušan: aerosmith, green day, rhcp, beatlese, crvenu jabuku, daleku obalu..i još doosta toga
KLIK OVDEEEEE
ana
besplatne igrice...neke možete igrat i izvanmrežno
AMERICAN PIE....dio
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."