četvrtak, 14.06.2007.

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Do you know?
Do you know?

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?
Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?

If birds flying south is a sign of changes
At least you can predict this every year
Love, you never know the minute it ends suddenly
I can’t get it to speak
Maybe if I knew all the things it took to save us
I could fix the pain that bleeds inside of me
Look in your eyes to see something about me
I’m standing on the edge and I don’t know what else to give.

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?
Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?

How can I love you?
How can I love you?
How can I love you?
How can I love you?
If you just don’t talk to me, babe.

I flow through my act
There's a question: Is she needed?
And decide all the man I can ever be.
Looking at the last 3 years like I did
I could never see us ending like this.

(Do you know?)

Seeing your face no more on my pillow
Is a scene that’s never ever happened to me.

(Do you know?)

But after this episode I don’t see
You could never tell the next thing life could be

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?
Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?
Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?

(Do you know?)
(Do you know?)
(Do you know?)
(Do you know?)

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do ya?
Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?
(Do you know how it feels?)
Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?
(Do you know how it feels?)

(Do you know? Do you know? Do you know? Do you?)
(Do you know? Do you know? Do you know? Do you?)

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i..malo edukacije...cerek

Noćas bi mogao napisati

Noćas bih mogao napisati najtužnije stihove.

Napisati, na primjer: "Noć je posuta zvijezdama,
trepere modre zvijezde u daljini."

Noćni vjetar kruži nebom i pjeva.

Noćas bih mogao napisati najtužnije stihove.
Volio sam je, a ponekad je i ona mene voljela.

U noćima kao ova bila je u mom naručju.
Ljubljah je, koliko puta, ispod beskrajna neba.

Voljela me, a ponekad i ja sam je volio.
Kako da ne volim njene velike nepomične oči.

Noćas bih mogao napisati najtužnije stihove.
Misliti da je nemam, osjećati da sam je izgubio.

Slušati noć beskrajnu, još mnogo dužu bez nje.
I stih pada na dušu kao rosa na pašnjak.

Nije važno što je ljubav moja ne sačuva.
Noć je posuta zvijezdama i ona nije uza me.

To je sve. U daljini netko pjeva. U daljini.
Duša je moja nesretna što ju je izgubila.

Kao da je želi približiti, moj pogled je traži.
Srce je moje traži, a ona nije uza me.

Ista noć u bijelo odijeva ista stabla.
Ni mi, od nekada, nismo više isti.

Više je ne volim, sigurno, ali koliko sam volio!
Moj glas je tražio vjetar da takne njeno uho.

Drugome. Pripast će drugome. Ko prije mojih cjelova.
Njen glas i jasno tijelo. Njene beskrajne oči.

Više je ne volim, zaista, no možda je ipak volim?
Ljubav je tako kratka, a zaborav tako dug.

I jer sam je u noćima poput ove držao u naručju,
duša je moja nesretna što ju je izgubila.

Iako je to posljednja bol koju mi zadaje
i posljednji stihovi koje za nju pišem. (Pablo Neruda)

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