Sometimes, we remember our bedrooms
And our parents’ bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents
Well what ever happened to them?
Čujemo se
autor: DonTravolta, 20/04/2024
How it feels when we fall, when we fold?
I’m faking my own death so I can get some rest, I know I thought of everything, at last twice!
Arhiva
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!
This is the dawning of the day without end
When fear steps into light
I’ve been planning for this day all my life
Or have I not?
Everything seemed to go my way last night
Everything seems so wrong to me this morning
I know things will be brighter later tonight
I call for the captain sayin’, “I gotta go home!”
I call for the captain sayin’, “I wanna go home”
Them good days are gone
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