osjecam da ovo ovdje pred kompjuterom nisam vishe ja.i mam mi to non-stop govori...tjera me da gledam video snimke kad sam bila mala,govori kako mi je nestao onaj sjaj u ocima,kako nisam vishe kao prije vesela...a i nisam..sjecam se,dodushe blijedo,toga da me nikad nista nije moglo "ubiti",baciti u depru...a sada me nista nemoze dici iz toga....
glup osjecaj,vjerujte...ne,to nisam vishe ja.istina,nemam vishe sjaja u ocima...
danas mi je mama rekla da ima osjecaj da me je nesto obuzelo,da ne pripadam vishe sebi...i ja imam isti osjecaj.
ne znam kako je ovo pocello,ne znam sto,ne znam kad ce i da li ce ikad prestati,znam samo da nije dobro,a da li ce ikad biti...ne znam ni to...
osjecam se slabo,jedva pomjeram prste po tastaturi,i kolko god ja thjela pisati josh,nemogu vishe...
premda nema veze s ovim...
ipak...
dirne me ova pjesma...i upravo je slusam
soldier of fortune
I have often told you stories about the way
I lived the life of a drifter waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand and sing you songs
And may be you would say
Come lay with me and love me
And I would surely stay
But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
Guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune.
Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old when nights were cold
I wandered without you
Those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here.
Now I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill going round
Guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
of a windmill going round
I guess I'll always be
a soldier of fortune.
I guess I'll always be
a soldier of fortune.
Post je objavljen 21.10.2004. u 21:36 sati.