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Who waits forever anyway?
Wandering through the streets…. just as I’m wandering through my own thoughts. My mind has been keeping this from me for too long. It should have bothered me the first time you didn’t ask me to explain a little closer what’s making me so sad. Now I see you’ll never really be there for me, how could you when you don’t understand a single thing that’s on my mind?
You ask me to explain.
How can I explain why I always love with all my heart?
How can I explain that my achieved fears have changed me from the inside out?
How can I explain what makes me feel alive?
How can I explain my essence of living?
How can I explain what makes my hand so cold to touch?
There’s no time for us
There’s no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away
From us
Who dares to love forever?
When love must die
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
There’s no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away
From us
Who dares to love forever?
When love must die
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
K'o vrabac kišu predosetim
sapliće život da me podseti
da skoro će kraj da je šareni zmaj
jači od konca mog srećnog detinjstva.
I ne bih nikad rekao frka
u praznom džepu kad zbuni se ruka
samo ti trepni kao da me razumeš
i cela priča imaće smisla.
Ne boli me kad se drugi nasmeju
šta oni znaju samo da laju i puze
ali me boli kad nemaš ideju
šta da mi šapneš kada naviru suze.
Boli me žulj u čizmi ludih skitnica
boli me muk svih onih napuštenih ružnih ulica
bole me rane koje samom sebi napravim
al' nekako najviše me boliš ti.
U gradu što se nikad neće zvati mojim
previše mislim, dakle jedva da postojim
makar me slaži da me stvarno razumeš
kad dirnem zvekir na grudima tvojim.
Ne boli me ni kad se drugi nasmeju
šta oni znaju samo da laju i puze
ali me boli kad nemaš ideju
šta da mi kažeš kada naviru suze.
Boli me žulj u čizmi ludih skitnica
boli me muk svih onih napuštenih ružnih ulica
bole me rane koje samom sebi napravim
al' nekako najviše me boliš ti.
by: bebach {the show must go on}
Post je objavljen 26.09.2009. u 11:22 sati.