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THE DOORS:"THE END"

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end,my only friend, the end...

It hurts to set you free,
But you'll never follow me,
The end of laughter and soft lies,
The end of nights we tried to die...

This is the end...

PINK FLOYD:"WISH YOU WERE HERE"

So, so you think you can tell,
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here...

Haustor : BI MOGO DA MOGU

uvijek sam a nikad do kraja,
večer u gradu ti donese neki lijek
u nekom kutu gdje samoća se zbraja...

uvijek s malo premalo para,
kad upale se svijetla, ode dim
a miris noći opet postaje stvaran
ko mnogo puta do sada,
on sanja, kako beskrajno pada...

bilo je rano jutro tada
kad je ostavio sve,
čulo se samo kako ptice pjevaju,
onda je stajao još dugo
s druge strane ulice,
pustio suze da se same slijevaju...

ja bi mogo da mogu,
ja bi znao da znam...

Let3: "DIJETE U VREMENU"

Gledam u tužnu jesenju noć
s pokisle grane lišće odpada
u daljini čujem muziku neku
i pitam sebe, gdje li si sada

Ja svakog dana proklinjem sebe
zašto te drugom prepustih lako
pjevao sam pjesme, nado se boljem
i bezbroj puta uz gitaru plako

Nisi me voljela u ono vrijeme
a ja sam želio samo jedno...
sad kada nismo ni mladi ko nekada
dođi da ostarimo zajedno...

Da li još pamtiš ljubavi moja
kako smo ruže zajedno brali
gdje li si sada mladosti moja
zašto su tebe od mene ukrali...

Pink Floyd: "SORROW"

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking...

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough...

His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered...

One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls...

It's not enough it's not enough
His hand has faltered...

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be...

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken...