Mjesečina

It was the night before Božić and all through the kuća,
The air smelled of spicy sarma and rakija vruća.
By the dimnjak the šlapice were hung kinda krivo,
In hopes that Sveti Nikola would soon bring me some pivo.
Tata was in his soba and he was snoring pretty hard,
I guess he was tired from stealing the tree from my neighbor's backyard.
 
Mama was in the basement cooking like a fool,
Adding just the right amount of Vegeta to the juha and fažol.
When out on the lawn there arose such galama,
Tata yelled from his room "Pa, koji je kurac vama!"
There was a knocking on the front door with such a loud barrage,
I yelled through the window "This is a Croatian house...come in through the garage!"
 
And standing in the garage right next to my car,
Was my drunk Tetak Joza coming home from the bar.
"Ajde, odi spavat," I tolž him with might,
Ain't nobody gonna ruin my chances of seeing Sveti Nikola tonight.
About two hours later I heard a noise downstairs,
So I jumped from my krevet to see who was there.
Standing by the tree and eating some leftover pizza,
Was good ol' Sveti Nikola reeking of homemade šljivovica!
 
He was all dressed in red and big as an ox,
And wore some brown sandale along with black socks.
Smelling like a gypsy that's been drinking for days,
He wasn't what I expected...I was actually amazed.
"U pizdu materinu, kako mrzim ovaj posao," he said,
And then I think he muttered something about his wife and how he wished she was dead.
 
He put the presents under the tree while whistling a Christmas beat,
They were all wrapped up kinda shitty with the paper bags from Ottawa Street.
12 čarape for me and 12 for my brother,
3 pairs of gaće for my dad and a can of turska kava for my mother.
 
This Croatian Santa was crooked...he was nothing like the fable,
I should of known it when he swiped my pack of smokes from the table.
I yelled "Hey!" as Sveti Nikola turned around like a car,
Throwing his šlapa at me as if it were a ninja star.
The look in his eyes was nothing but fright,
He said "Jebo ti pas mater" and dashed out of sight.
Up through the dimnjak I heard a loud shriek,
Sveti Nikola had just farted like some wild bik.
He got in his kaput, made for hladne zime,
And he yelled at his jelene, ime po ime.
 
"Naprijed Marko i Darko, Petar i Ante,
Ajde Josip i Nenad, Ivo i Mate..."
And then he yelled, "Ajdemo brzo, moramo poć,"
SRETAN BOžIć SVIMA i SVIMA LAKU NOć!!!

Šeće mi se neka buba mara tu. U biti, možda je i lara, ili sara, ili dara, zum zum zum. However, to bi trebao biti neki dobar znak, jelda? :)

Samo jedna velika pusa mojoj Zvrčkici :)

koja je ovo pjesma što je upravo išla?

Ja imam cimericu. A vi nemate!!!!! Ko vam je kriv?? ;)

ili se varam? hm!!

Počele pristizat čestitke. Sjetila me se jedna moja "sestrica". Fala stara. Bogami, sjetio me se i T-com. Niste trebali, stvarno niste.

1. Kako je reko blazh, blago mom radijatoru :)))
2. Ima netko novi album od Ramireza???
3. u slučaju da netko razmišlja o božićnom poklonu za mene, evo vam par savjeta:
a) novi dupli album od N. Cavea-sirenaaa!
b) novi album od U2-sirenaaaaaaaaaa!
c) novi i jedini album od Ramireza
d) novi album od Gigi d'Alessia-hm, u biti mislim da sam si to sredila, to preskočite
e) ostale albume od Gigi d'Alessija
f) neke šarene čarapice-one na garfielda, snoopyja, pa one prugaste....
g) nova torba, ona moja velika maslinasta je već jaaako iscufana
h) putovanje u Irsku ili Portugal
i) sredite mi nekako sudjelovanje u Milijunašu ili u Brzo naprijed
:)))

There’ll be times
When my crimes
Will seem almost unforgivable
I give in to sin
Because you have to make this life liveable
But when you think I’ve had enough
From your sea of love
I’ll take more than another riverfull
And I’ll make it all worthwhile
I’ll make your heart smile
Strangelove
Strange highs and strange lows
Strangelove
That’s how my love goes
Strangelove
Will you give it to me
Will you take the pain
I will give to you
Again and again
And will you return it
There’ll be days
When I’ll stray
I may appear to be
Constantly out of reach
I give in to sin
Because I like to practise what I preach
I’m not trying to say
I’ll have it all my way
I’m always willing to learn
When you’ve got something to teach
And I’ll make it all worthwhile
I’ll make your heart smile
Pain will you return it
I’ll say it again - pain
Pain will you return it
I won’t say it again
I give in
Again and again
I give in
Will you give it to me
I give in
I’ll say it again
I give in

Sigurno će uskoro naići netko tko će te poželjeti zagristi :))

i feel you...in every stone
in every leaf of every tree
you've ever grown
i feel you...in every thing
in every river that might flow
in every seed you might have sown
i feel you...in every vein
in every beating of my heart
each breath I take
i feel you...anyway...
in every tear that i might shed
in every word i've never said
i feel you...

Da vas čujem!! Hoćete? Ok :))
Našla ja cimericu, našu dragu šempu :)
Hehe, na Iskrici se stvarno može svašta pronaći.
Long live Iskrica!

Let me take you on a trip
Around the world and back
And you won't have to move
You just sit still
Now let your mind do the walking
And let my body do the talking
Let me show you the world in my eyes
I'll take you to the highest mountain
To the depths of the deepest sea
We won't need a map, believe me
Now let my body do the moving
And let my hands do the soothing
Let me show you the world in my eyes
That's all there is
Nothing more than you can feel now
That's all there is
Let me put you on a ship
On a long, long trip
Your lips close to my lips
All the islands in the ocean
All the heavens in the motion
Let me show you the world in my eyes
That's all there is
Nothing more than you can touch now
That's all there is
Let me show you the world in my eyes

...dammi un bacio che non fa parlare...

Dan mi je krenuo naopako, da naopačkije ne može, bar se nadam. Dajte, molim vas, ispričajte mi nešto lijepo!!!! Razveselite me nekako!!!