...

Mijenjaš dušu, boju kose
napušta te sve
mažes lice, trepavice
bacaš se u sne

Grad je širok kao rijeka
ulazis u tok
vrebam dugo iza zida
na posljednji skok...

Ref. 2x
Sve vise lud
Sve vise tvoj drug
gradske cure uvijek lažu
nemaš više kud...

Pališ motor, ženski meko
smiješiš mi se sva
sjedam brzo iza tebe
i tonem do dna...

Ruke stavljam oko struka
ledi ti se dah
izvijas se, vristiš glasno
ne osjećam strah...

Ref. 2x


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04.02.2015. u 0:59   |   Komentari: 0   |   Dodaj komentar

meni napameti samo juha i čaj sa medom i limunom.i moj drug koji se mjesecima ne javlja,brinem se al probat ću još ne zvati..b

vama ln
na ovo se bacakam kao da sam skrrrroz odljepila
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02.02.2015. u 3:28   |   Editirano: 02.02.2015. u 3:31   |   Komentari: 2   |   Dodaj komentar

ouuu jeeeee

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25.01.2015. u 23:39   |   Komentari: 2   |   Dodaj komentar

Pleši samnom ,dobro će ti stajati...

.Let's dance little stranger
Show me secret sins
Love can be like bondage
Seduce me once again

Burning like an angel
Who has heaven in reprieve
Burning like the voodoo man
With devils on his sleeve

Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Like an apparition
You don't seem real at all
Like a premonition
Of curses on my soul

The way I want to love you
Well it could be against the law
I've seen you in a thousand minds
You've made the angels fall

Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Come on little stranger
There's only one last dance
Soon the music's over
Let's give it one more chance

Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Take a chance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility 



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24.01.2015. u 23:45   |   Komentari: 6   |   Dodaj komentar

tralalalala

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22.01.2015. u 23:04   |   Editirano: 22.01.2015. u 23:35   |   Komentari: 1

...

The moon is hanging in the purple sky

The baby's sleeping while its mother sighs

Talking 'bout the rich folks

Rich folks have the same jokes

And they park in basic places.




The priest is preaching from a shallow grave

He counts his money, then he paints you saved

Talking to the young folks

Young folks share the same jokes

But they meet in older places.


So don't tell me about your success

Nor your recipes for my happiness

Smoke in bed

I never could digest

Those illusions you claim to have going.


The sun is shining, as it's always done

Coffin dust is the fate of everyone

Talking 'bout the rich folks

The poor create the rich hoax

And only late breast-fed fools believe it.


So don't tell me about your success

Nor your recipes for my happiness

Smoke in bed

I never could digest





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19.01.2015. u 23:01   |   Komentari: 8   |   Dodaj komentar

Kao tampon ,koji nije sjeo na svoje mjesto. Toaleta nigdje na vidiku, Koja nelagoda, koja bol...

Posvećeno " dječaku" sa Iskrice.

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08.12.2014. u 0:40   |   Editirano: 08.12.2014. u 0:51   |   Komentari: 2