nedjelja, 02.11.2008.
Ukrug ukrug ukrug to ide, i kad prestane? nitko ne zna.
no.297
Well it looks like the road to heaven
But it feels like the road to hell
When I knew which side my bread was buttered
I took the knife as well
Posing for another picture
Everybody's got to sell
But when you shake your ass
They notice fast
And some mistakes were built to last
...
ja definitivno moram
otići odavdje
u grad ispod mora
s ribama
da mu ne šaljem pisma
a ni poruke tajne
jer više nema smisla
dragi, gotova sam ...
Jer od laži stvarati istinu je nemoguće.
( george_michael_freedom)