tenkgirl
16.09.2007., nedjelja
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htjela sam kao napisat nekaj posebno napeto i zanimljivo za ovaj prvi troznamenkasti post... na primjer nešto o sebi... što još nisam ovdje napisala... a možda ni rekla ikome... ali... nisam raspoložena za kopanje po svojoj psihi... ili događajima iz prošlosti... Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coaches Sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you Wouldnt they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy sunday Gloomy is sunday, With shadows I spend it all My heart and i Have decided to end it all Soon therell be candles And prayers that are said I know But let them not weep Let them know that Im glad to go Death is no dream For in death Im caressin you With the last breath of my soul Ill be blessin you Gloomy sunday Dreaming, I was only dreaming I wake and I find you asleep In the deep of my heart here Darling I hope That my dream never haunted you My heart is tellin you How much I wanted you Gloomy sunday |
