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Come to Hogwarts yes sir/no mam

Dizajn by: RizL@ i sTrUdL@

Opis bloga

pa ovdje cete saznati sta se desava u mom zajebanom zivotu
isparavak...ovdje cete saznati kako sam sjebala svoj zivot
i kako ga neuspjeno pokusavam popraviti....

Linkovi

emica :

matea :

dudly :

sarah :

.......

Sasa Matic
Kad ljubav zakasni

Da imam pravo na jos jednu zelju
na onu koju zovu poslednju
po prvi put ja znao bih sta zelim
ja zeleo bih, zeleo bih nju

Da imam pravo na jos jedan poziv
na ispovest pred Bogom poslednju
ja znam i koga bih da zovem
ja pozvao bih, pozvao bih nju

Da joj kazem bila si mi sve
nisam znao tada, sada znam
kad prava ljubav jednom zakasni
druge nece doci nikada

Ref.
Dao bih joj srce svoje
neka ima srca dva
samo kada njoj je dobro
onda dobro sam i ja

Al' joj ne bih dao oci
isti tad bi bili mi
videla ni ona ne bi
kada ljubav zakasni

Da imam pravo na jos dan zivota
za jedan dan da skrojim sudbinu
ja znam sa sobom koga bih da vodim
ja poveo bih, poveo bih nju

Da imam pravo na jos jednu suzu
u nju da stavim ranu poslednju
ja znam za kime bih da zalim
u zadnju suzu stavio bih nju

Da joj kazem bila si mi sve
nisam znao tada, sada znam
kad prava ljubav jednom zakasni
druge nece doci nikada







Tose Proeski
Boze, brani je od zla

Ona ima oci koje znaju moje tajne sve
moje tuge sve i moje nemire
ona ima ruke i u njima svemir citavi
u tom zagrljaju mogu umrijeti

Ref.
Boze, meni tako malo treba
ispod ovog svetog neba
topla postelja i njena oka dva

Salji andjele cuvare svoje
jer je dusa duse moje
brani je od zla, Boze, kad ne mogu ja
kad ne mogu ja, Boze, brani je od zla

Ona ima usne i na njima ukus tresanja
koje niko ne zna ljubit kao ja

Ref.

Ref.

Salji andjele cuvare svoje
jer je dusa duse moje
brani je od zla, Boze, kad ne mogu ja
Boze

Salji andjele cuvare svoje
jer je dusa duse moje
brani je od zla, Boze, kad ne mogu ja
kad ne mogu ja, Boze, brani je od zla
Boze, brani je od zla

SYSTEM OF A DOWN lyrics

RISE UP..


My dream is to fly
Over the rainbow so high

My dream is to fly
Over the rainbow so high

My dream is to fly

Over the rainbow so high

eh.. eh.. eh..
over the rainbow so high.

My dream is to fly
Over the rainbow so high (x4)

Rise Up
don't falling down again

Rise Up
long time I broke Its hands.

I try to fly a while so high
direction's sky

I try to fly a while so high
direction's sky


My dream is to fly
Over the rainbow so hďgh (x4)








SYSTEM...

Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up
(Hide the scars to fade away the shake )
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?
Here you go create another fable

(You wanted to)
Grab a brush and put on a little makeup
(You wanted to)
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up
(You wanted to)
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?
(You wanted to)

I don't think you trust, in, my,
Self-righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die

Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shake
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?
Here you come...need another fable

(You wanted to)
Grab a brush and put on a little makeup
(You wanted to)
Hide the scars to fade away the shake
(You wanted to)
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?
(You wanted to)

I don't think you trust in my
Self-righteous suicide,
I cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide,
I cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide,
I cry, when angels deserve to die

Father (mother)
Father (brother)
Father (fucker)
Father (aaahh)
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your hands, why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes, forsaken me
In your thoughts, forsaken me
In your heart, forsaken me

Oh, trust in my, self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
Why cry when angels deserve to die





PINK...

Lil' Kim:
Where's all my soul sisters
Let me hear ya flow sisters

All:
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, go sister

Mya:
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Strutting her stuff on the street
She said,"Hello, hey Joe
You wanna give it a go?", oh

Chorus:
Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da (hey hey hey)
Gitchi gitchi ya ya hee (hee oh)
Mocca chocolata ya ya (ooh yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade (ohh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (oh oh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Pink:
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets
Is where he started to freak, yeah

Repeat Chorus

Lil' Kim:
Yeah, yeah, aw
He comes through with the money and the garter belts
Let 'em know we 'bout that cake, straight out the gate
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm saying, why spend mine when I can spend yours
Disagree, well that's you and I'm sorry

I'm keep playing these cats out like Atari
Wear high heeled shoes, getting love from the Jews
Four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
Hey sisters, soul sisters
Betta get that dough sisters
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case, the meaning of expensive taste
We wanna gitchi gitchi ya ya (come on)
Mocca chocolata (what)
Creole Lady Marmalade

One more time, come on
Marmalade (ooh)
Lady Marmalade (ooh yeah)
Marmalade (ohh)

Christina:
Hey, hey, hey
Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth, oh
Colour of cafe au lait, all right
Made the savage beast inside
Roar until he cried

More, more, more

Pink:
Now he's back home doing nine to five (nine to five)

Mya:
Living a gray flannel life

Christina:
But when he turns off to sleep, memories creep

More, more, more

Repeat Chorus

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
Oh my sisters ]
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi

Missy Elliot:
Christina

Christina:
Moulin

Missy Elliot:
Pink

Pink:
Lady Marmalade

Missy Elliot:
Lil Kim

Lil Kim:
Hey Hey
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Missy Elliot:
Mya

Mya:
Oh, oh.

Missy Elliot:
Rottweiler baby

Baby

Missy Elliot:
Moulin Rouge

Moulin, da-da, da-da

Missy Elliot:
Misdemeanour here

All:
Creole Lady Marmalade
Ohh, yes, ah

nedjelja, 14.02.2010.

Eto ti kad te toliko zanima...

zasto?za babino brasno...
nikad mi nece dosaditi pitanje:Kaj to citas?
iako vecinu ljudi uopste to niti ne zanima...
to je uobicajena reakcija...
niti pitanje:Kak ti se da?
hm...
nezz...
zasto sam sva unezvijerena kad udjem u knjizaru?
niti zasto bih mogla sate i sate provesti sakrivena medju redovima knjiga...
niti zasto se sjetim bozica kad pomirisim stranice nove knjige...
kako da onda objasnim zasto volim citati...
hm...
svi zudimo za necim...
moja jedina strast su knjige...
nije bitno sta...
romani,novele,kratke price,poezija,drame,trileri,SF,ljubici...
sve me to intrigira...
nije li ljuska masta zanimljiva stvar?
bez granica...
bez prepreka...
vjerojatno i zato...
sanjari imaju veliku mastu,a ja sam se oduvijek smatrala jednim...
a opet stvar je i u tome da nam knjige donose nove stvari...
neka nepoznata i udaljena mjesta,toliko predivna,da ih je tesko zamisliti...
mozda neku lubavnu pricu,nezaboravnu i duboku...
ili pak nevidjenu avanturu,punu adrenalina i neocekivanih obrata...
ali istina je...
da su moje knjige moje najtajnije skroviste...
mali svjetovi kroz koje i ja zivim...
negdje di se mogu odvojiti od stvarnosti...
i lutati nepoznatim mjestima,biti dio ljubavne price ili glavni junak...
knjige su moja strast i ljubav...
pa sta sad ak je to cudno...
ja sam svejdno ponosna...
i doista se nadam...
da mozda jednog dana...
negdje u nekom izlogu ugledam i svoje djelo...
i mozda ce jednog dana netko bit intrigiran mojim pisanjem...
mozda ce moje pianje potaknut nekoga da bolje shvati svijet i samog sebe...
i mozda,ali samo mozda,jednog dana kada umrem...
moja ce rijec zivjeti...