My oh my, I have suffered too long(and on and on)
I want to get out in the sun and rain,
And feel the wind on my skin again;
The world is large, and I’ve got time yet.
And, by the way, thanks for that cigarette.
Thank you very much!
Nema snova, samo lova otrovnija od olova…
Nema digniteta, nema poštenja
Očenaš i Zdravomarije su cijena oproštenja
I nema općeg dobra, samo vlastita torba i dupe
Kriminalci, a svi šute – papci
Suci, fratri, policajci
Jer su in rođaci u istoj stranci, ista banda
A mi smo stranci u vlastitoj zemlji zbog ljudskog šljama
A mi smo stranci u vlastitoj zemlji zbog ljudskog šljama
Lipa naša silovana!
Ne znan.. puno je toga, misli su teške..
autor: DonTravolta, 26/05/2022
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Um um well excuse me
I want to write away
I want to write here
I want to write brave words to fight fear
The ocean washed open your grave
Do you have any crimes that
We can use to pass the time, I am
Running out of drugs to try
You’re measuring me lately and I can tell I’m losing weight
You’re scared of a world where you’re needed
So you never made nice with the locals
