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*The wind of change blows straight into the face of time
Kad pogledam oko sebe..tvoje prisustvo je upitno..iz više razloga..
Walking down the street
distant memories
are buried in the past forever
Ljeto je.praznici.oke,kak za koga.za mene da.uživam.
mijenjam neke stvari.
The world closing in
did you ever think
that we could be so close,like brothers
the future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
blowing with the wind of change
stvari koje želim promjeniti.
ne želim da sve bude predvidivo.isto.
želim svijet.drugačiji svijet.ja sam ga izgradila.i znam da postoji.čekam ga.
bolji svijet.
trebam:
mirnoću da podnosim stvari koje ne mogu promijeniti.
hrabrost da mijenjam stvari koje mogu promijeniti.
mudrost da razlikujem jedno od drugog.
Don’t worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
We build large walls
of our ego-trips
and behind them we're lonely bums.
.the worst is when it happens
that in a moment disappears
what we were building
is now an empty temple
.how easy it is to give up
on each other
all the sacred things
today don't mean a thing
.somewhere in the darkness defies
a righteous man who calls out
to the wind that with comfort shall erase the pain.
Let them think whatever they want ...
Again I defy in darkness
this time there's no going back
I'm the righteous these are unrighteous memories.
I remember the happiness that lasts half the time,
blooms a little then turns into waste
and when I become a prince the other day I'm a frog again,
tired and helpless like an old woman-
everything is slowed down, I feel grogging
everything hurting in my stomach is squashing
I refuse to be provoked,
I refuse to be irritated,
I refuse to be drugged, drunken, isolated.
why aren't we men of good will anymore?
why isn't ours good, and others' is better?
why everything that grows we cut in the root?
why the unchangeable people promise the change?
and world is sometimes beautiful when I look it like that,
on it there isn't enough food but
There's a bullet for everyone...
why are they building all those pain walls
who are all those artificial idols?
they say sorry when praying for mercy
and commercials tell them how to live and love.
that's why I go back again,
deep below,
deeper than ever where high is the floor
and I'll be fine,
everything irrelevant shall pass,
and until then I let them think whatever they want.
LET THEM!
Post je objavljen 25.06.2008. u 12:43 sati.