...sve poznate puteve drugi su iskoristili...ti nadji svoj put... nas ne diraj:D
Funny :-))) read it.
Ah, it's that time opet......
'Twas the night before Bozic and all through the kuca,
The zrak smelled of spicy sarma and rakija vruca.
By the dimnjak the slapice were hung kinda krivo,
In hopes that Sveti Nikola would soon bring some pivo.
Tata was in his soba and was snoring pretty hard,
Tired from stealing the drvo from our susjed's backyard.
Mama was in the podrum cooking like a budala,
She was making some juha and rum-filled baklava.
When out on the lawn there arose such a galama,
Tata yelled from his soba, "Pa koji je kurac vama?!"
There was a kucanje on the front vrata with such a loud barrage,
I yelled through the prozor, "This is a Croatian house, come in
through the garage!"
And standing in the garaza right next to my car,
Was my drunk Tetak Joza coming home from the bar.
"Ajde, odi spavat," I told him with might,
Don't pokvari my chances of seeing Sveti Nikola tonight.
About two sati later I heard a buka downstairs,
So I jumped from my krevet to see who was there.
Standing by the drvo and eating some leftover pizza,
Was good 'ol Sveti Nikola reeking of homemade sljivovica!
He was all dressed in crveno and big as an ox,
And wore some smede sandale along with crne socks.
Smelling like a cigan that's been drinking for days,
He wasn't what I expected, I was actually amazed.
"U pizdu materinu, kako mrzim ovaj posao," he said,
And then muttered something about his zena and how he wished she was
dead.
He put the presents under the drvo while whistling a Bozic beat,
They were wrapped up kinda shitty with paper bags from 49th Street .
12 carape for me and 12 for my brother,
3 pairs of gace for my dad and turska kava for my mother.
This Croatian Santa was pokvaren - he was nothing like the fable,
I should of known it when he swiped my pack of cigarete from the
table.
I yelled, "Hey!", as Sveti Nikola turned around like a car,
Throwing his slapa at me as if it were a ninja star.
The look in his eyes was nothing but fright,
He said, "Jebo ti pas mater!", and dashed out of sight.
Up through the dimnjak I heard a loud shriek,
Sveti Nikola had just prdnuo like some wild bik.
He got in his kaput, made for hladne zime,
And he yelled at his jelene, ime po ime.
"Naprijed Marko i Darko, Petar i Ante,"
"Ajde Josip i Vinko, Ivo i Mate."
And then he yelled, "Ajdemo brzo, moramo poc,"
"Sretan Bozic svima i svima laku noc!"
Grubisa?
ma neeee
Grube i Lanna i Tonka
15 sitnih godina..
gimnazija..
time..
pekara do denisa
i deeenis
konzum..
igraliste kod gime
ajd, ajd... malo
sta vole:
papat kokice,
terra novu, pjevat, plesat
košarku, bolerčeke,
crnu boju, icq,
cedevitu, Dinamooo,Hajduk
bit sexy, slikat se(ne Ivana),
mobitele,more,djecake
sebe
a ne vole..ajoj
ucit, neke ljude, hladnu
pizzu, kisu, gubit, krv,
hlače drecavih boja,
kad nema broja nicega
za kupit...uf
zelimo:
mir u svijetu:)
ravnopravnost
..jos puno toga...
uglavnom nas vidite sa:
lukom,ivanom,mirelom
ivonom,teom,majom,
dorom, kikijem, prasicom,
ivom,kikom,damjanom,
inkom,brizzom,ivorom,
ringijem,doroteom..
i sa jos par zgodnih
djecaka i curica iz vt
If I would tell you
How much you mean to me
I think you wouldn't understand it
so I wait, I wait
Until this day comes
When you will understand me
But I can't help myself
I can't stop myself
I am going crazy
And I can't stop myself
I cannot control myself
I am going crazy
Chorus:
And I love you
I want you
I wanna talk to you
I wanna be with you
And I love you
I want you
I wanna talk to you
I wanna be with you
I cannot change it
I'm sure not making it
One big hell of a fuss
I cannot turn my back
I've got to face the fact
Life without you is hazy
Chorus
Kiss me thrill me don't say goodbye
Hold me love me don't say goodbye
Oh oh oh don't say goodbye
But I can't help myself
and I can't stop myself
I am going crazy
I cannot turn my back
I've got to face the fact
Life without you is hazy
Chorus
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Kiss me goodbye
Ako te odvedu...
Pogledom me miluje
k'o da me dodiruje
i svaki put
kao da je prvi
Ja stalno mislim prestat ce
iz cista mira nestat ce
al' pozuda ne prestaje
ti si mi u krvi
Toliko dugih godina
uzimanja, davanja
ostajem posljednji i prvi
Zbog tebe sanjam Cigane
i smisljam slatke prevare
al' djavo se ne predaje
ti si mi u krvi
I ako te odvedu
Cigani cergari
ili te ukradu strasni haremski cuvari
Ako te odvedu
ja cu da poludim
bez tebe ne umijem vise jutrom da se budim
Ako te odvedu
sve ce da se srusi
Pamti me k'o prijatelja, cuvaj me u dusi
i onda
kad mislis da je prekasno za snove
za sve
