Da li znaš da mjesec stalno mijenja kuću
Ne gradi na snovima dom
Al znaš da lakše je kad imaš neku ruku
Bolja je igra sa njom
Znaš da svaki puta ponovit ćeš isto
Isti prizor za zaplet pa mrak
Znaš da poslije nikad nisi baš na čisto i danima brineš o tom
Svaki dan imam novu priču, poslušaj
Svaki dan trudim se jer znam da ima neki kraj..
Ova ljubav ima plan daleko od nas, još dalje tko zna gdje
Nekad spava, nekad ne
Ova ljubav dugo nama ruga se
Ova ljubav iza nas nestala je davno negdje tko zna gdje
Nekad spava,nekad ne daleko od nas još uvijek putuje..
Da li znaš da mjesec stalno mijenja kuću
I gradi na snovima dom
Jer zna da svaka kuća ima neku tajnu
Tajnu što putuje s njom
Znaš da svako od nas traži svoje mjesto
I dobar razlog da postane jak
I znaš da više nikad neće biti isto i danima brineš o tom
Svaki dan imam novu priču, poslušaj
Svaki dan netko drugi nam nudi bolji kraj..
Ova ljubav ima plan daleko od nas, još dalje tko zna gdje
Nekad spava,nekad ne
Ova ljubav dugo nama ruga se
Ova ljubav iza nas nestala je davno,negdje tko zna gdje
Nekad spava,nekad ne daleko od nas još uvijek putuje...
HIM-Funeral of hearts
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon painting you
With its glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question: why?
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
...o meni...
ja sam jedna obicna osoba....volim:
1.plavu boju
2.jest
3. slusat svasta..rock,punk....ponekad pop..huhu
4. caj od borovnice..hihi
5.starke
6.svoj zivot..
7.crtati
8. gledat filmove
9.volim jos
10.zivotinje
maaaahhhhh.......................ja sam jedna djevojčica koja ima 15 godina ....sluša punk rock.....voli sk8ere i punkere...s dužom kosom..hh
..............................hmm nisam baš snalažljiva s riječima.....onak teško je sebe opisivat..što reći...provodim...svoje vrijeme.....uz frojndiće....
.......hh =D.....................moji nadimci su tonka..tonkec..tonia...dilek (taj nadimak su mi dale moje lude frojndice vvp) po mojim nadimcima možete zaključit kak se zovem.........=)..............anyway.......kao što rekoh nisam s pisanjem na ti..tak da..neam blage koju još glupost da sročim...tak..da dok ne smislim neš pametnije....ovo ostaje..hh =)
Your Icecream Flavour is...Chocolate!
You are the all time favorite, chocolate! Turning white kids black since the 1800s. Staining carpets, car seats, and bed sheets for centuries. One thing is for sure, you will never go out of style. You can't go wrong with chocolate!
I folow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
The world is 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
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I folow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
napokon novi post..nisam bila u mogućnosti napisat post jer mi nije radio internet..(znaci da po cijele dane nisam radila nista osim visila po kući )............ah u međuvremenu se dogodilo svašta........zaljubila sam se do ušiju...(i to po prvi put u životu.....da mi se netko ovako dugo sviđa)........upoznala sam ga.....i stvarno je super..............stalno ga viđam.........ma.....ne znam....PRAZNICI..................po cijeli dan nis ne radim...jedino se ponekad dovučem do frendice............ Uskrs...mamini kolači...koje ja papam...................mislim da ove praznike necu iskoristit kak treba,al nema veze.........
i am still happy..............................sutra idem u grad.............s frendicama weeeeeeeeeeeeeee............................nadam se samo da neće padat kiša..........malo moram uredit blog..jer sam ga zapostavljala...neko vrijeme.......uskoro ce škola......neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee .......dosadno mi je u školi jedino je dobro kaj cu vidjet frendove,ali ipak ......joj kak volim pisat ove točkice ......hihi................ne znam šta da pišem...nemam inspiracije.....odem na nečiji blog ono post............dugačak..(boli glava).i onda se sjetim da ja jedva napišem pola stranice..........................ali možda s vremenom i ja napišem tak dug post....................................................................mislim da je ovo sve sto cu napisati..znam nije dug post..al sta se može
.............................................samo da se objavi......................
You are the all time favorite, chocolate! Turning white kids black since the 1800s. Staining carpets, car seats, and bed sheets for centuries. One thing is for sure, you will never go out of style. You can't go wrong with chocolate!
.....da mi se netko ovako dugo sviđa)........upoznala sam ga.....i stvarno je super..............stalno ga viđam.........ma.....ne znam....PRAZNICI..................po cijeli dan nis ne radim...jedino se ponekad dovučem do frendice............ Uskrs...mamini kolači...koje ja papam...........
........mislim da ove praznike necu iskoristit kak treba,al nema veze.........
......malo moram uredit blog..jer sam ga zapostavljala...neko vrijeme....
...uskoro ce škola......neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 
.......dosadno mi je u školi jedino je dobro kaj cu vidjet frendove,ali ipak ......joj kak volim pisat ove točkice ......hihi
................ne znam šta da pišem...nemam inspiracije.....odem na nečiji blog ono post............dugačak..(boli glava).i onda se sjetim da ja jedva napišem pola stranice
.....
..........................................................mislim da je ovo sve sto cu napisati..znam nije dug post..al sta se može
