Nije bas pjesma tocno o dogadjaju kaj se dogodio Njemu,
ali eto,ovo je pjesma za oba moja pala Andjela...
Za Bracka nije tekst po godinama,i po nacinu na koji
je umro,zato kaj njega nije uzeo pijani vozac...
Ali moram na ovaj blog dodati i za mog drugog Andjela
pjesmicu,kako mu se priblizava obljetnica smrti...
Koju sam jedva izbjegla,ali nazalost,ostala sam zivjeti...
Brane me izvlacio,jedini me razumio i pomagao,bio mi je najdraza
osoba u zivotu...A sad ni njega nema...
A onaj tko je mom drugom Andjelu bio najbolji,sada je u zatvoru
upravo zbog njegove pogibije,i alkohola u krvi...
Onda vam je svima jasnije zasto bas ovaj tekst...
Sixteen rose decorate the stone
blackened skies mourn in sorrow.
Breached upon this broken fairy tale
one year will soon make tomorrow.
His room remains sealed and closed
barred away to slowly fade away.
His mother can't bare to face the things
that her son left behind on that day.
For she still remembers his last words
they've become burned in her mind.
Something that always brings her tears
something she longs for to be left behind.
Like a sadistic lullaby the words echo
"Momma, please don't let me go
I'm sorry for all of my worthless mistakes
I just want to say I love you, I hope you know"
She remembers her sons eyes close
as a tear drop escaped his blue eyes.
She had promised to him her world
she promised she wouldn't cry..
But she prays to the skies up above
wishing she can be happy once again
Living without her son isn't the same
this battle she tries so hard to win.
For one year has soon to pass by
as sixteen roses lay across his grave.
Since that drunk driver took his life
nothing has ever been the same.
R.I.P My Angels
Please,rest,rest,have a perfect rest...
Fap & Brane
2 good 4 this world...
They left us to early...But at least they are with their own kind-
real Angels...
Kisses for good night my beloved Angels
Post je objavljen 15.11.2007. u 23:25 sati.