Sta ste slusali jutros?

stanje
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Od jutros je na S super muzika... sad onako malo latino posle dorucka taman uz ovo vedro i suncano nebo...
Izdvajamo
Ole lole
pisem ti pemu 9 dana
mrsim filigranske detalje
nizem, ali nista od djerdana
lepo nece dalje
...ole lole...
bas tebe briga slusas jastuk
stiskas tu svilu ko klesta
mislis na neki
bezobrazluk
o Boze bas kojesta...
Danas sam pun neke Spanije
tri put sam ziveo tamo
sumnjas u zivote ranije
ako smej se samo
lole daj mi da jos jednu ispijem
opet sam sanjao susu
i pusti ponovo Dzipsije
za moju crnu dusu.
Veselo!
 
Jandrla:
Betty:
ian:
zalutao u zadnje sfere razuma, u lavirintu tonskih promena i glasnijeh žica...


ma za neke ljude lepa brena ce vecno trajati......

Oh, uzasa! Dozvolite da se udaljim, i ne "prljam" ovaj topic. :wink:

Ma ne prenemazi se. sta se tu moze.Evo kod mene u redaqkciji do malopre rasparvljali o Silvani Armenulic i \nadi Topcagic......i nikom nista.
 
DIDO - Thank you
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad
it's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay
my head just a feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today
I'm late for work again
and even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might noit last the
day
and then you call me and it's not so bad
it's not so bad and

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and
through
then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
and even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue
because you're near me and

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life oh yeah.

I want to hug you




PS... ne bih da komentarišem jedan muški glas ali baš onako muški :mrgreen:
 
Led Zeppelin - Thank you:
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.


Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me, inspiration, look... see.

And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness....I'm glad.

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

P.S. RTI!
 
E bre ala se qrcite! Ovo nisam jutros slusala, ali zamislite da jesam...

Son las 5 de la manana y yo no e dormido nada
Pensando en tu bellesa y loco voy a parar
el insomnio es mi castigo
Tu amor sera mi alivio
Y Hasta que no seas mia no vivire en pas
Y conosi tu novio pequeo y no hermoso
Y se que no te quiere por su forma de hablar
ademas tu no lo amas porque no da la talla
no sabe complaserte como lo haria yo
Pero tendrr paciensia porque no es competencia
Por eso no hay motivos para yo respetarlo

No, no es amor,
lo que tu sientes se llama obsession,
una illusion, en tu pensamiento,
que te hace hacer cosas,
asi funciona el corazon

Bien vestido aya en mi lexus,
pase por tu colegio,
me informan que te fuiste,
como loco te fui alcansar
pero es que no te encontraba, y eso me preocupada
para calmar mi ancia yo te queria llamar,
pero no tenia tu numero, y tu amiga ya me lo nego,
ser bonito mucho me ayudo, y eso me trajo la solucion
yo se que le gustava y le di una Mirada,
con par de palabritas tu numero me dio,
del cellular llamava, y tu no contestabas,
luego te pusi un beeper y no avia connection,
mi unica esperenza es que hoiga mis palabras
(no puedo, tengo novio) no me enganches profavor

NoOoOoO, no es amor,
lo que tu sientes se llama obsession,
una illusion, en tu pensamiento,
que te hace hacer cosas,
asi funciona el corazon

Hice sita pa’l psyciatra a ver si me ayudaba
pues ya no tengo amigos por solo hablar de ti
Lo que quiero es hablarte,Para intentar besarte
Sera possible que de una obsession yo pueda morir?
Y quisas piensas que soy tonto, pribon y tambien loco
Pero es que en el amor soy muy original

No enamorro como otros
Conquisto a mi modo
Amar es mi talento te voy a enamorar
Disculpa si te offendo pero es que soy honesto
Con lujo de detalles escucha mi version
Con crema de chocolate, juntarte y devorarte
Llevarte a otro mundo en tu mente corazon
Vente en una aventura,
hagamos mil locuras,
voy hacerte caricias que no se an inventao

Let me find out
No es amor, No es amor,
Es una obsession
No es amor, No es amor,
Es una obsession
No es amor, No es amor,
Es una obsession
No es amor, No es amor,
Es una obsession
No es amor, No es amor,
Es una obsession

e tako...
 
Sarah Brightman - Eden:
I see a shadow every day and night.
I walk a hundred streets of neon lights,
Only when I'm crying.
Can you hear me crying.
So many times you always wanted more,
Chasing illusions that you're longing for.
Wish I wasn't crying.
Can you hear me crying.

There's an ocean between us.
You know where to find me.
You reach out and touch me.
I feel you in my own heart.
More than a lifetime.
Still goes on forever.
But it helps to remember
You're only an ocean away.


Was there a moment when I felt no pain.
I want to feel it in my life again.
Let it be over now.
Oh Oh over now.
'Cause I remember all the days and nights
We used to walk the streets of neon lights
Oh I want you here with me.
Oh be here with me.

There's an ocean between us.
You know where to find me.
You reach out and touch me.
I feel you in my own heart.
More than a lifetime
Still goes on forever.
But it helps to remember
You're only an ocean away.


So many times you always wanted more,
Chasing illusions that you're longing for.
Wish I wasn't crying.
Can you hear me crying.

There's an ocean between us.
You know where to find me.
Just reach out and touch me.
I feel you in my own heart.
More than a lifetime
It seems like forever.
But I'll always remember
You're only an ocean away.


Only an ocean away...
 
[b:
Celine Dion - "I love you"[/b]]I must be crazy now
Maybe I dream too much
But when I think of you
I long to feel your touch

To whisper in your ear
Words that are old as time
Words only you would hear
If only you were mine

I wish I could go back to the very first day I saw you
Should've made my move when you looked in my eyes
'Cause by now I know that you'd feel the way that I do
And I'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my side

I love you, please say
You love me too, these three words
They could change our lives forever
And I promise you that we will always be together
Till the end of time

So today, I finally find the courage deep inside
Just to walk right up to your door
But my body can't move when I finally get to it
Just like a thousand times before

Then without a word he handed me this letter
Read I hope this finds the way into your heart, it said

I love you, please say
You love me too, these three words
They could change our lives forever
And I promise you that we will always be together
Till the end of time

Well maybe I, I need a little love yeah
And maybe I, I need a little care
And maybe I, maybe you, maybe you, maybe you
Oh you need somebody just to hold you
If you do, just reach out and I'll be there

I love you, please say
You love me too
Please say you love me too
Till the end of time
These three words
They could change our lives forever
And I promise you that we will always be together
 
I love you!

The Verve - The drugs don't work:
All this talk of getting old,
It's getting me down my love.
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown,
This time I'm comin' down...

And I hope you're thinking of me,
As you lay down on your side.
Now the drugs don't work,
They just make you worse,
But I know I'll see your face again.

Now the drugs don't work,
They just make you worse,
But I know I'll see your face again.

But I know I'm on a losing streak,
'Cause I passed down my old street.
And if you wanna show, then just let me know,
And I'll sing in your ear again.

Now the drugs don't work,
They just make you worse,
But I know I'll see your face again.

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too.
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead...


All this talk of getting old,
It's getting me down my love.
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown,
This time I'm comin' down.

Now the drugs don't work,
They just make you worse,
But I know I'll see your face again.

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too.
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead...


But if you wanna show, just let me know,
And I'll sing in your ear again.

Now the drugs don't work,
They just make you worse,
But I know I'll see your face again.

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again...
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again...
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again...
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again...

I'm never going down, I'm never coming down...
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more...
I'm never coming down, I'm never going down...
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more...
 
MALA MOJA IZ BOSANSKE KRUPE
Bilo mi je dvanaest godina,
prvi put sam sišao do grada
iz mog sela, tihog i dalekog,
kad susretoh tebe iznenada.
Eh, dječačke uspomene glupe!
Mala moja iz Bosanske Krupe!

Jesi li me spazila il' nisi,
zbunjenoga seoskoga đaka,
svjetlokosog i očiju plavih,
u oklopu novih opanaka,
kako zija u izloge skupe?
Mala moja iz Bosanske Krupe!

Naišla si kao lak oblačak,
tvoj me pogled za tren obeznani,
zaboravih ime i očinstvo,
kako mi se zovu ukućani.
Iznevjerih poput sablje tupe.
Mala moja iz Bosanske Krupe!

Tekli tako gimnazijski dani,
uspomena na te ne ocvala,
modra Una u proljetnje noći
tvoje mi je ime šaputala.
Lebdjela si ispred đačke klupe,
mala moja iz Bosanske Krupe!

Brzo minu naše đakovanje,
lagan leptir sa krilima zlatnim,
ipak tebe u srcu sačuvah
kroz sve bure u danima ratnim.
Ta sjećanja mogu l' da se kupe,
mala moja iz Bosanske Krupe!

Sad je kasno, već mi kosa sijedi,
gledam Unu, ćuti kao nijema,
zalud lutam ulicama znanim,
sve je pusto, tebe više nema.
Ej, godine, nemjerljive, skupe!
Zbogom, mala, iz Bosanske Krupe!

Branko Ćopić

:mrgreen:
 
Incognito:
I love you!
The Verve - The drugs don't work:
'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too.
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead...
ditto!

Celine Dion Lyrics " If That's What It Takes "


You're the bravest of hearts, you're the strongest of souls
You're my light in the dark, you're the place I call home
You can say it's all right, but I know that you're breaking up inside
I see it in your eyes
Even you face the night afraid and alone
That's why I'll be there

When the storm rises up, when the shadows descend
Ev'ry beat of my heart, ev'ry day without end
Ev'ry second I live, that's the promise I make
Baby, that's what I'll give, if that's what it takes
If that's what it takes

You can sleep in my arms, you don't have to explain
When your heart's crying out, baby, whisper my name
'Cause I've reached out for you when the thunder is crashing up above
You've given me your love
When your smile like the sun that shines through the pain
That's why I'll be there

When the storm rises up, when the shadows descend
Ev'ry beat of my heart, ev'ry day without end
I will stand like a rock, I will bend till I break
Till there's no more to give, if that's what it takes
I will risk everything, I will fight, I will bleed
I will lay down my life, if that's what you need
Ev'ry second I live, that's the promise I make
Baby, that's what I'll give, if that's what it takes

Through the wind and the rain, through the smoke and the fire
When the fear rises up, when the wave's ever higher
I will lay down my heart, my body, my soul
I will hold on all night and never let go
Ev'ry second I live, that's the promise I make
Baby, that's what I'll give, if that's what it takes

If that's what it takes
Every day
If that's what it takes
Every day
 
Mostarske kiše

U Mostaru sam voleo neku Svetlanu jedne jeseni,
jao kad bih znao sa kim sada spava,
ne bi joj glava, ne bi joj glava,
jao kad bih znao ko je sada ljubi,
ne bi mu zubi, ne bi mu zubi,
jao kad bih znao ko to u meni bere kajsije
još nedozrele.

Govorio sam joj ti si derište, ti si balavica,
sve sam joj govorio.
I plakala je na moje ruke, na moje reci,
govorio sam joj ti si andjeo, ti si djavo,
telo ti zdravo što se praviš svetica,
a padale su svu no? neke modre kiše
nad Mostarom.

Nije bilo sunca, nije bilo ptica, ni?eg nije bilo.
Pitala me je imam li brata, šta studiram,
jesam li Hrvat, volim li Rilkea,
sve me je pitala.
Pitala me je da li bih mogao sa svakom tako
sachuvaj Bože,
da li je volim, tiho je pitala,
a padale su nad Mostarom neke modre kiše,
ona je bila raskošno bela u sobnoj tmini
al' nije htela to da ?ini,
nije htela il' nije smela,
vrag bi joj znao.

Jesen je, ta mrtva jesen na oknima
njene ochi ptica, njena bedra srna,
imala je mladež, mladež je imala,
ne smem da kazem,
imala je mladež, mali ljubichast,
ili mi se chini.
Pitala me je da li sam Hrvat, imam li devojku,
volim li Rilkea - sve me je pitala,
a na oknu su ko božicni zvonchici moga detinjstva
zvonile kapi
i nocna pesma tekla tihano niz Donju Mahalu,
Ej, Sulejmana othranila majka.

Ona je prostrla svoje godine po parketu.
Njene su usne bile pune kao zrele breskve,
njene su dojke bile tople ko mali psi?i.
Govorio sam joj da je glupava, da se pravi važna,
Svetlana, Svetlana, znaš li ti da je atomski vek,
De Gol, Gagarin i koještarije,
sve sam Joj govorio,
ona je plakala, ona je plakala.

Vodio sam je po Kujundžiluku, po ashchinicama,
svuda sam je vodio,
u pc?ine je skrivao, na chardak je nosio,
pod mostovima se igrali žmurke, Neretva ždrebica,
pod starim mostom Crnjanskog joj govorio,
što je divan, šaputala je, što je divan.

Kolena joj crtao u vlažnom pesku,
smejala se tako vedro, tako nevino,
ko prvi ljiljani,
u džamije je vodio, Karadjoz-beg mrtav, premrtav
pod teškim turbetom;
na grob Šanticev cvece je odnela,
malo plakala, kao i sve žene,
svuda sam je vodio.

Sada je ovo leto, sad sam sasvim drugi,
pišem neke pesme,
u jednom listu pola stupca za Peru Zupca
i ništa više,
a padale su svu noc nad Mostarom neke
modre kiše,
ona je bila raskošno bela u sobnoj tmini
al' nije htela to da ?ini,
nije htela, il' nije smela,
vrag bi joj znao.

Ni ono nebo, ni ono oblachje, ni one krovove,
bledunjavo sunce - izgladnelog dechaka nad Mostarom
ne umem zaboraviti,
ni njenu kosu, njen mali jezik kao jagodu,
njen smeh što je umeo zaboleti kao kletva;
onu molitvu u kapeli na Bijelom Bregu,
Bog je veliki, govorila je, nadžive?e nas;
ni one teške, modre kiše,
o jesen besplodna, njena jesen...

Govorila je o filmovima, o Džemsu Dinu,
sve je govorila,
malo tužno, malo plachljivo o Karenjini;
govorila je Klajd Grifits ne bi umeo ni
mrava zgaziti,
smejao sam se - on je ubica, ti si dete;
ni one ulice, one prodavce poslednjeg izdanja
"Oslobodjenja", ni ono groždje polusvelo
u izlozima ne umem zaboraviti,
onu besplodnu gorku jesen nad
Mostarom,
one kiše,
ljubila me je po cele noci, grlila me
i ništa više, majke mi,
ništa drugo nismo.

Posle su opet bila leta, posle su opet bile kiše,
jedno jedino malo pismo iz Ljubljane,
otkuda tamo,
ni ono lišce po trotoarima, ni one dane,
ja više ne mogu, ja više ne umem
izbrisati.

Piše mi, pita me šta radim, kako živim,
imam li devojku,
da li ikad pomislim na nju, na onu jesen,
na one kiše,
ona je i sad, kaže, ista, kune se Bogom
potpuno ista,
da joj verujem, da se smejem
davno sam, davno, prokleo Hrista
a i do nje mi baš nije stalo,
klela se, ne klela,
mora se tako, ne vrede laži.

Govorio sam joj o Ljermontovu, o Šagalu,
sve sam joj govorio,
vukla je sa sobom neku staru Cvajgovu knjigu,
chitala popodne,
u kosi joj bilo zapretano leto, žutilo sunca,
malo mora,
prve joj noci i koža bila pomalo slana,
ribe zaspale u njenoj krvi;
smejali smo se de?acima što ska?u
s mosta za cigarete,
smejali se jer nije leto, a oni skachu - baš su deca,
govorila je: mogu umreti, mogu dobiti upalu pluca...

Onda su dolazile njene cutnje, duge, preduge,
mogao sam slobodno misliti o svemu,
razbistriti Spinozu,
sate i sate mogao sam komotno gledati
druge,
bacati oblutke dole, niz stenje,
mogao sam sasvim otici nekud, otici daleko,
mogao sam umreti onako sam u njenom krilu,
samlji od sviju,
mogao sam se pretvoriti u pticu, u vodu,
u stenu,
sve sam mogao...

Prste je imala dugachke, krhke, beskrvne a hitre,
igrali smo se buba-mara i skrivalice,
Svetlana izadji, eto te pod stenom,
nisam valjda corav,
nisam ja blesav, hajde, šta se kaniš,
dobiceš batine;
kad je ona tražila - mogao sam pobe?i
u samu reku - našla bi me,
namiriše me, kaže, odmah,
pozna me dobro.
Nisam joj nikad verovao,
valjda je stalno curila kroz prste.
Volela je kestenje, kupili smo ga po Rondou,
nosila ga u sobu, vešala o koncice,
volela je ruže, one jesenje, ja sam joj donosio,
kad svenu stavljala ih je u neku kutiju.

Pitao sam je šta misli o ovom svetu,
veruje li u komunizam, da li bi se menjala
za Natašu Rostovu, svašta sam je pitao,
ponekad glupo, znam ja to i te kako;
pitao sam je da li bi volela malog sina,
recimo plavog,
skakala je od ushicenja - hoce, hoce,
a onda, najednom, padala je u neke tuge
ko mrtvo voce:
ne sme i ne sme, vidi ti njega, kao da je ona
pala s Jupitera,
ko je to, recimo, Zubac Pera, pa da baš on
a ne neko drugi,
taman posla, kao da je on u najmanju ruku
Brando ili takvi.

Govorio sam joj ti si glupa, ti si pametna,
ti si djavo, ti si andjeo,
sve sam joj govorio.
Ništa mi nije verovala.
Vi ste muškarci rodjeni lažovi,
vi ste hulje,
svašta je govorila.
A padale su nad Mostarom neke modre kiše...

Stvarno sam voleo tu Svetlanu
jedne jeseni,
jao, kad bih znao sa kim sada spava,
ne bi mu glava, ne bi mu glava,
jao, kad bih znao ko je sada ljubi,
ne bi mu zubi, ne bi mu zubi,
jao, kad bih znao ko to u meni
bere kajsije, još nedozrele.

--
Pero Zubac :mrgreen:
 
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