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[Korner zastavica]

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Stranger In A Strange Land

[(Smith) 5:43]

Was many years ago that I left home and came this way
I was a young man, full of hope and dreams
But now it seems to me that all is lost and
nothing gained
Sometimes things ain't what they seem
No brave new world, no brave new world
No brave new world, no brave new world

Moj favorit i sve ostalo.

 

[Korner zastavica]

Evo josh jedne dobre
Wasted Years

From the coast of gold across the seven seas
Im travellin on far and wide
But now it seems Im just a stranger to myself
And all the things I sometimes do
It isnt me but someone else

I close my eyes and think of home
Another city goes by in the night
Aint it funny how it is,
You never miss it til its gone away
And my heart is lying there
And will de til my dying day

So understand
Dont waste your time always
Searching for those wasted years
Face up... make your stand
And realise youre living in the golden years

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind
Cant easy this pain so easily
When you cant find the words to say
Its hard to make it through another day
And it just makes me wanna cry
And throw my hands up to the sky

I ova mi je favorit.
Yebiga malo je autobiografska,pa valjda zato.

 

[PredatorBG11]

Bio si na ratistu?

 

[Korner zastavica]

The Assassin



Now the contracts out
They've put the word about
I'm coming after you

It's not the money I make
It's the thrill of the chase
And I'm coming after you

I watch your every move
Study the things you do
And the pattern of your ways

I watch the way you walk
I hear your telephone talk
I want to understand the way you think

[Chorus]
Better watch out, cos I'm the Assassin
Better watch out, Better watch out
Assassin

I'm in a cold cold sweat
I taste the smell of death
I know the moment's getting closer

And as you walk to the light
I feel my hands go tight
Excitement running through my veins

I've got you in my sights
I've got you dead to rights
The triggers waiting for my finger

I feel adrenalin rush
It's just the final touch
You can kiss your arse goodbye

Ova mi je kada sam napet.

 

[Korner zastavica]

Bio si na ratistu?

Sto pitas?

 

[Korner zastavica]

Evo nesto i za patriJote...nije red da ih zaobidjemo.


Mother Russia



Mother Russia how are you sleeping
Middle winter cold winds blow
From the trees the snowflakes drifting
Swirling round like ghosts in the snow

Mother Russia poetry majestic
Tells the time of a great empire
Turning round the old man ponders
Reminiscing an age gone by

Mother Russia
Dance of the Tsars
Hold up your heads
Be proud of what you are
Now it has come
Freedom at last
Turning the tides of history
And your past

Mother Russia
Dance of the Tsars
Hold up your heads
Remember who you are
Can you release
The anger the grief
Can you be happy
Now your people are free

 

[PredatorBG11]

Sto pitas?

Kazes da je autobiografska a tema je rat..
Evo kako je bilo u Barseloni 30 novembra 2006,dolazi Edi sa tenkom,na to ce radikali da se prime maximalno.

 

[Silent Bob]

24. januara se karte pustaju u prodaju...

 

[Korner zastavica]

@PredatorBG11

Drugacije ja shvatam tu pesmu.

 

[PredatorBG11]

@PredatorBG11

Drugacije ja shvatam tu pesmu.

Wicker man.

 

[Korner zastavica]

Predatore,sad me bunis.
Sta sa Wicker Man?
Slusao sam je jedno vreme po 102 puta dnevno.

 

[PredatorBG11]

Predatore,sad me bunis.
Sta sa Wicker Man?
Slusao sam je jedno vreme po 102 puta dnevno.

Pa dobra je pesma ali ne moze da bude sa jel nije naziv albuma.

 

[Korner zastavica]

Pa dobra je pesma ali ne moze da bude sa jel nije naziv albuma.

Brate,ja pojma nemam o cemu ti pricas. Ovde si verovatno nesto ispustio?

 

[Banshee]

nista vas ne razumem.al pesma je super.evo sad je slusam

 

[PredatorBG11]

Brate,ja pojma nemam o cemu ti pricas. Ovde si verovatno nesto ispustio?

Zezam te malo.Pa ti si wicker man.

 

[Korner zastavica]

Zezam te malo.Pa ti si wicker man.

Vidim da me vozas. Ne znam.


Your time will come!

 

[PredatorBG11]

Vidim da me vozas. Ne znam.

Zezam se u tom smislu sto kazes da ti je Trooper autobiografska pesma pa mi je to cudno,neces da objasnis zasto.

 

[Elvin]

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we dont need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Heres my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.


The killers breed or the demons seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedoms stain,
But dont you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
Well show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time belsen feast...yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.

The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.

 

[goxy]

I ova je odlichna ,zajedno sa spotom....
Can I Play With Madness?

[Smith / Dickinson / Harris]

Can I play with madness?

Give me the sense to wonder
To wonder if I'm free
Give me a sense of wonder
To know I can be me
Give me the strength to hold my head up
Spit back in their face
Don't need no key to unlock this door
Gonna break down the walls
Break out of this bad place

[Chorus]
Can I play with madness?
The prophet stared at his crystal ball
Can I play with madness?
There's no vision there at all
Can I play with madness?
The prophet looked at me and laughed at me (ha ha) He said:
Can I play with madness?
He said you're blind, too blind to see

Said you're too blind to see

I screamed aloud to the old man
I said don't lie, don't say you don't know
I say you'll pay for this mischief
In this world or the next
Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance
And the hellfires raged in his eyes
He said you wanna know the truth son?
Lord, I'll tell you the truth
Your soul's gonna burn in a lake of fire

[Chorus]

Listen to me, said the prophet

[Chorus]

Can I play with madness?