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Još malo...još saaamo malo....
Ne mogu virovat da je šesti misec i da sam ja još malo pa završila prvi razred srednje škole...
Čini se tako davno kad smo sidili na tribinama u deveti misec i smišljali razne opcije kako bi to sve moglo završit..
Život se stvarno može prominit u godinu dana...Možda ne značajno ali naučiš cijenit neke male stvari npr. da možeš odspavat dva sata popodne ili da ideš na kavu subotom ujutro...
Sad postajem malo nostalgična za tim davnim vremenima kad smo posli škole išili điravat rivom,ali drago mi je šta mi to više nije rutina nego nešto šta radim kad se posrići...
Jer,stvarno,u subotu ujutro nisan bila na kavi dosta dugo.
I zato iden sad sa svojom školskom kolegicom na kafu..
Budite pozdravljeni...
za sve one koji vole Moonspell 
Alma Mater
Mother tongue speaks to me
In the strongest way Ive ever seen
I know that she sees in me
Her proudest child, her purest breed
She speaks to me in colours
That I cant really understand
I only know that they are ours
And to those Ill proudly bend
For I am your only child
And you my dearest mystery
From an ancient throne I defy the world
To kneel before the power within.
For I am your only child
And you my dearest mystery
World cant you see it?
Am I alone in my belief?
Virando costas ao mundo
Orgulhosamente sňs
Glória antiga, volta a nós!
Alma mater!
Breaking waves announce my bride
It is the only way the sea could sing
Legends of lusitanian pride
He sings the words I cannot spring
At the moon mountain six wolves cry
Your lost glory well regain or die
For I am her only child
And she is my dearest mystery
Pagan gods in conspiracy
For the sword of tyranny
Mother tongue has spoke to thee
In the strongest way theyve ever seen
World cant you see ?
I am not alone in my belief.
Virando costas ao mundo
Orgulhosamente sňs
Glória antiga, volta a nós!
Alma mater!
Mother tongue has spoke to me
In the strongest way Ive ever seen
I know that she sees in me
Her proudest child, her purest breed
She speaks to me in colours
I cant really understand
I only know that they are ours
And to those Ill proudly bend
For I am her only child
And she is my dearest mystery
From an ancient throne I defy the world
To kneel before the powers within.
For I am her only child
And she is my dearest tragedy
World cant you see it?
I am not alone in my belief.
Virando costas ao mundo
Orgulhosamente sňs
Glória antiga, volta a nós!
Alma mater!
Post je objavljen 04.06.2006. u 17:12 sati.