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  • Commodore (decko obecava)

    glasova: 27 42,2%
  • Dzordzino (ne 'ebe lep, nego uporan)

    glasova: 4 6,3%
  • Chicha Draza (tradicionalista modernih shvatanja)

    glasova: 4 6,3%
  • Mladi Choban (moj favorit)

    glasova: 29 45,3%

  • Ukupno glasova
    64
  • Anketa je zatvorena .
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Ovo je kosovski božur
 
@ Banshee

Ne. Naprotiv. Ja sam covek cetnik, mi smo demokrate. Autenticne. Ja zato pozdravljam svoje konkurente i o njima imam samo najlepse reci. Svako nastupa sa svojim argumentima i nema nikakvih sporova oko toga. A narod (i njihovi klonovi) ce se na demokratskom i tajnom glasanju izjasniti i tako dati pobednika... a ko izgubi, njega cemo da nataknemo na neomascen kolac ispred Milevine kafane. :lol:


@ artinve

Comm je Vitez Dzedaj... Nova Nada... jedini spas za slobodnu Republiku.
Iako je Monarhista.
 
@ The Belle of the Belgrade City

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I'll tell me ma, when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
They pull my hair, they stole my comb,
And that's alright till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She's the belle of Belfast city,
She is courtin', one, two, three,
Please won't you tell me who is she?
 
;)
valjda se ne ponavljam...

In my memory I will always see
the town that I have loved so well
where our school played ball by the gasyard wall
and we laughed through the smoke and the smell.
Going home in the rain running up the dark lane
past the jail and down behind the fountain
Those were happy days in so many many ways
in the town I have loves so well.

In the early morning the shirt-factory horn
called women from Craigeen the Moor and the Bog
while the man on the dole played the mother`s role
fed the children and then trained the dogs.
And when times got rough there was just about enough
but they saw it through without complaining
for deep inside was a burning pride
for the town I loved so well.
 
Otisao nam veleprecasni ambasador.
Sad valjda smem da kazem Zhivan bez da kucam ono u zagradama :lol:

nego, pesma...
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One morning early I walked forth
By the margin of Lough Leane
The sunshine dressed the trees in green
And summer bloomed again
I left the town and wandered on
Through fields all green and gay
And whom should I meet but a colleen sweet
At the dawning of the day

No cap or cloak this maiden wore
Her neck and feet were bare
Down to the grass in ringlets fell
Her glossy golden hair
A milking pail was in her hand
She was lovely, young and gay
She wore the palm from Venus bright
By the dawning of the day
 

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