"Od svastike sladjeg roda nema" ... kopka li vas? - vol. 1

commodore:

Znaci niko vise nema neku "hottie" svastiku... mislio sam da je bolja situacija...

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Моја сваја је "hottie", ал' ми је далеко...

neka se jave same one koje imaju udatu sestru i neka kazu sta bi radile, ali iskreno, sa zetom

Taj film se ovde ne daje... sori.

Moja "svastika" je krndelj. Hvala lepo, u toj familiji sam ja bolje prošao, zato nemam želju...

Ti si onda srecan covek. :wink:

von-Meinstein:

Moja "svastika" je krndelj. Hvala lepo, u toj familiji sam ja bolje prošao, zato nemam želju...

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e ovo jos nisam cula... smatraj se onda veoma srecnim...dobio si lespu sestru...
oce neko da mi kaze sta je 'krndelj' ? :shock: imam poteskoca pri zamisljanju svastike...krndelja

ja necu , jer ne pricam sa tobom

@ banshee

"krndelj" - nije irkinja... kao ono srbin - nealbanac...
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Kathleen Mavourneen! the grey dawn is breaking
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking
Kathleen Mavourneen! What, slumbering still!

O hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
O hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years, and it may be forever
Oh, why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen?

hvala za obajasnjenje .

a onaj sto ne prica sa mnom...cut tamo i ne javljaj se :razz:

In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lannigan, Battered away 'til he hadn't a pound
His father he died and made him a man again, Left him a farm and ten acres of ground
He gave a grand party to friends and relations Who didn't forget him when come to the wall
And if you but listen I'll make your eyes glisten At rows and ructions at Lannigan's Ball

Six long months I spent in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all
Six long months I spent in Dublin learning to dance for Lannigan's Ball
She stepped out, I stepped in again, I stepped out and she stepped in again
She stepped out, I stepped in again to dance for Lannigan's Ball

odnosno hvala za objasnjenje ako sam ga dobro shvatila

......... .........
O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! - When the senses
Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of god, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain.
O who can stand? O who hath caused this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it

sta kolutas ocima ti sto ne pricas sa mnom?a,a,a?

b?b?b?

:-) :-) :-)

:-) :-) :-) .... tako...

ma da keltima...pa i ova moja je bila Irska...i mojne se primas vidis da pricam sa tobom

De de... dosta svadje...
evo malo muzike...
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Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning in July
Down the boreen came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by
Oh, she looked so neat from her two bare feet
To the crown of her nut-brown hair
Such a winsome elf, that I pinched myself
To be sure I was really there

Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the County Down

As she onward sped I shook my head
And I gazed with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passer-by
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
Oh, he smiled at me, and with pride says he
"That's the gem of all Ireland's crown
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
She's the Star of the County Down"

Chorus

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shined bright and my hat just right
Win the heart of the nut-brown Rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
And my plow will rust and brown
'Til a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down

e pa drago mi je da si propricao sa mnom onda

i znas ti na koje pesme ja mislim :razz:

Ne ne znam...na koje?

commodore:

Ti si onda srecan covek. :wink:

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Како, срећан човек, а нема лепу свастику? :-D :-D :-D

али бар има лепу жену... знаш како се каже :
"ти имаш лепу жену, неко ће имати лепу швалерку"...
а за свастику... наћићемо већ заменицу за заменицу... :wink:

Хмм...а јел' се рачуна као свастика швалеркина сестра?

Продато. :wink:

али за сваки случај, `ајде да питамо девојчице...