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Aerodynamically, the bumblebee shouldn’t be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn’t know it so it goes on flying anyway. Ostavimo optimizam za bolja vremena. Ako budemo prakticirali filozofiju 'oko za oko' i 'zub za zub', uskoro će čitav svijet biti slijep i krezub.
drugi su napisali
IMPOSSIBLE impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in a world that they have been given than to explore the power they have to change it. impossible is not a fact. it's an opinion. impossible is not a declaration. it's a dare. impossible is potential. impossible is temporary. impossible is nothing. DIJETE U VREMENU gledam u tuznu jesenju noc s pokisle grane licse opada u daljini cujem muziku neku i pitam sebe gdje li si sada ja svakog dana proklinjem sebe zasto te drugom prepustih lako pjevao sam pjesme, nado se boljem i bezbroj puta uz gitaru plako da li jos pamtis ljubavi moja kako smo ruze zajedno brali gdje li si sada mladosti moja zasto su tebe od mene ukrali nisi me voljela u ono vrijeme a ja sam zelio samo jedno sad kada nismo ni mladi ko nekada dojdi da ostarimo zajedno VASA KCERKA Vaša kcerka je kurva Po njoj se klizi i skace Uz to se gonga i fura A vama kod kuce place Kako je nitko ne razumi I da je nitko ne shvaca Ne znate kako vam glumi A to je opet na ulicu vraca Vasa kcerka je drolja Po njoj skacu stari i mladi Dal' je to vasa greska ili volja Da joj netko stalno gura ili vadi Nemojte lagat samu sebe Kcer vam se u for gasu jebe Vaša kcerka je . . . . . . glupa I ne zna sto su prezervativi A kada se napumpa Za dicu su joj drugi krivi Ona ima radno vrime I sa njom nema zime Za pare ona daje svima I sve velicine prima Pet Sematary Under the arc of a weather stain boards Ancient goblins, and warlords, Come out the ground, not making a sound, The smell of death is all around, And the night when the cold wind blows No one cares, nobody knows. I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again, I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again. Follow victor to the sacred place This aint a dream, I cant escape Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones, Spirits moaning among the tombstones, And the night, when the moon is bright, Someone cries, something aint right. I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again, I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again. The moon is full, the air is still, All of the sudden I feel a chain, Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away, Skeletons dance, I curse this day, And the night when the wolves cry out, Listen close and you can hear me shout. I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again, I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, no I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, oh I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, no, no I dont want to live my life again, oh, oh |
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