All our plans were made on streets the winter paved
So scorn divine and mourn the pride
The cold has spoken and drawn the line
Nikad kao Bane!
Gospodin se odlično uklapa,
gospodina se lako zna!
Gospodin se posluži rukama,
njega ništa ne zanima…
Sritan 1. maj, onima kojima je namijenjen(radnička klasa umire)!
autor: DonTravolta, 28/04/2023
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Arhiva
Another season, but the same old feelings
Grab your clothes and head to the doorway
If you dance out, no one complains
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars (but the sky is full of clouds)
She’s not at work, she’s not at school
She’s not in bed, I think I finally broke her
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs
I thought she’d be there holding daisies, she always waits for me
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars
Whatevershebringswesing
Ništa na ovon svitu nije čistije od čovikove želje za s(l)užanjstvom. Samo da je robovat, vlastitoj ideji, državi, bogovima ili kraljevima, manje je bitno.
