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Dixie Chicks - Wide open spaces ( hemi has gone country - yeeehaaa! ) :wink:



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Ovu pesmu je obradilo krsh likova a smisao je ostao netaknut i ja je posvecujem nesonsu....


Leaving on a jet plane


All my bags are packed
Im ready to go
Im standin here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin
Its early morn
The taxis waitin
Hes blowin his horn
Already Im so lonesome
I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Theres so many times Ive let you down
So many times Ive played around
I tell you now, they dont mean a thing
Evry place I go, Ill think of you
Evry song I sing, Ill sing for you
When I come back, Ill bring your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
Ill be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I wont have to leave alone
About the times, I wont have to say

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

But, Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go


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povodom izlaska "NOVOG" cd-a EKV-a ...

S VETROM U LICE davne 1986.godine ...
Kada je bilo bitno šta se "sluša" !

EKV - Budi sam na ulici


Treba mi svet
Otvoren za poglede
Otvoren za trcanje...


I treba mi soba,
Da primi pet hiljada ljudi
Sa dignutim casama,
Sa dignutim casama...


I lomi se kristal,
Svetlucaju staklene iskre
Pod nasim nogama...
Kao potpuni stranci,
Sa staklom u ocima,
Sa staklom u grudima,
Na licima!


Budi sam, na ulici, budi sam...
Budi sam, na ulici, budi sam...


Budi sam, budi sam, budi sam...
na ulici, na ulici...
budi sam....


 
moj grad
crvena jabuka

Sanjao sam moj grad
kao brod velik i star
ja sam mornar duso
e da nas ima vise bar

Mi plutamo bez cilja i sna
nema kopna na vidiku
al’ negdje izmedju vrha i dna
svako nosi staru sliku

Refren
A ja lazem godine
jos uvijek sam ziv
ostacu sam na brodu
i sam cu biti kriv

A ja lazem godine
jos uvijek sam mlad
ja sam mornar, duso
moj brod je moj grad

Vjetar je poderao jedra
kapetana nema vise
ni ljubavi u jutra vedra
srce stari od vjetra i kise

Manje nas je svaki dan
ajkule kruze i cekaju plijen
ja znam da ovo nije san
al’ ja sam mornar tvrdoglav i lijen
 

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