sanjam slijeces na moj prag, ja prostirem svilen sag
tvoja mokra stopala sad bi tako plesala
sanjam kisu, crven krov, da se budim kao nov
sanjam davno sanjano, sto mi nije sudjeno
prsti djerdan za tvoj vrat, hladne usne vode rat
i sve teze podnosim, sto te vrijeme odnosi
ide ko zna koja zima na put oko svijeta
lazu te kad kazu da sam sretan
laku noc moja mala barbiko
dzaba sve, al ja sam na te navik'o
usnama slucajno ali srcem beskrajno
prsti djerdan za tvoj vrat, hladne usne vode rat
i sve teze podnosim, sto te vrijeme odnosi
ide ko zna koja zima na put oko svijeta
lazu te kad kazu da sam sretan
laku noc moja mala barbiko
zalud sve, al ja sam na te navik'o
usnama slucajno ali srcem beskrajno
ma to mi jos jucer navecer palo n aum...
daklem nema vise tuznih pjesmi..mislim ima ali ne onako nekih.. :D
daklem osmjehe hocemmmm :))))
nema onih koje nece ili onih koje ne zele..
sve zele ;)))
(poruka za susjeda pozoya ;) )
a sad pjesma za sve radne ljude...
(iako je ova poruka bila napisana za djake...
inspirarana onim nekim pokoljem u skolama,
to je bilo prje nego sto americkoj djeci omiljena razbibriga bila da udju u skolu i pobiju sve sto se krece..) evo i price
The boomtown rats
I Don't Like Mondays
The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload.
And nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was as good as gold.
And he can see no reason
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.
The telex machine is kept so clean
As it types to a waiting world.
And mother feels so shocked,
Father's world is rocked,
And their thoughts turn to
Their own little girl.
Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen,
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat.
They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.
All the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while.
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die.
And then the bullhorn crackles,
And the captain crackles,
With the problems and the how's and why's.
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die?
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.