Iza brda je polje, Iza polja je šuma, Iza šume je kuca, Iza kuce je put Koji vodi, koji vodi, koji vodi Koji vodi do tebe...
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...she's a model of disaster with a heart of revolution...
...everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want to save themselves...
...she's got the grace of a tourist, with the charm of demolition...
...she's a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation...
...time will tell us if she's a lifer or a decomposeur...
And I'm not frightened of dying, any time will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime.
If you should go skating On the thin ice of modern life Dragging behind you the silent reproach Of a million tear-stained eyes Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice Appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind With your fear flowing out behind you As you claw the thin ice.
E, a jel moze neki citat??.... Izvini ako ne moze, al' ovo mi se mnogo svidja:
"Hmm… da… sve je u rukama čovekovim, a sve mu ispred nosa umakne jedino zbog kukavičluka… to je aksiom… A zbilja, zanimljivo je, čega se ljudi najviše boje? Novog koraka, svoje sopstvene nove reči oni se najviše boje…"
E, a jel moze neki citat??.... Izvini ako ne moze, al' ovo mi se mnogo svidja: "Hmm… da… sve je u rukama čovekovim, a sve mu ispred nosa umakne jedino zbog kukavičluka… to je aksiom… A zbilja, zanimljivo je, čega se ljudi najviše boje? Novog koraka, svoje sopstvene nove reči oni se najviše boje…" Zločin i kazna - Fjodor Dostojevski
He waits for her to understand He waits for her to understand But she won’t understand at all But she won’t understand at all She waits all night for him to call She waits all night for him to call But we won’t call But we won’t call He waits to hear her say He waits to hear her say Forgive Forgive But she just drops her pearl-black eyes But she just drops her pearl-black eyes And prays to hear him say And prays to hear him say I love you I love you But he tells no more lies But he tells no more lies The CURE mislim da ne moram da objashnjavm.
Empty spaces, what are we living for? Abandoned places, I guess we know the score On and on! Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero, another mindless crime Behind the curtain, in the pantomime Hold the line! Does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on! Inside my heart is breaking My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on!
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance. Another heartache, another failed romance. On and on! Does anybody know what we are living for? I guess I'm learning I must be warmer now I'll soon be turning round the corner now Outside the dawn is breaking But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!
The show must go on! Inside my heart is breaking My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on!
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die I can fly, my friends!
The show must go on! I'll face it with a grin! I'm never giving in! On with the show!
I'll top the bill! I'll overkill! I have to find the will to carry on! On with the show!
Dea wrote: Uh, the show must go on... Svi znaju da mi je to godinama stajalo u potpisu na yumu. Moj zivotni moto. Moja omiljena pesma. Queen i EKV su mi dva najjaca benda! Text mi stoji u sobi na ormaru, keva je htela da me ubije sto sam "unakazila" ormar.
Secam se kada je umro... imao sam 13 godina, nisam slusao Queen (ali sam slusao Flojde :) ), i kada se u odeljenju proculo da je Fredi umro, mislio sam da misle na Fredija Krugera. :) :) :) Aj fil sou ashejmd... A onda sam cuo The Show Must Go On (zapravo, video spot), i potpuno odlepio. :) U to vreme je izasao i spot za Barselonu '92. Zapravo, oni su tu pesmu uradili jos '87, ali je '92. postala ultra popularna.
[Edit] Meni je tekst bio zalepljen na zidu; isekao sam ga iz Politikinog zabavnika, sa sve prevodom na srpski. :)
Dosao sam dA te nosim Da se ne bojis da ne govoris 'Nema me' da zatvoris oci,da ne zaboravis rec po rec Aaaaaa- ova pesma je vrh...ceo text,cela pesma,da ne kucam sad, je savrsenstvo
Ovo ja sad htedoh da napisem...
Da zelja je glad
Da zelja je vatra...
aahhhhhh:)
Evo jedan ne-od-EKVa :
I know it's over And it never really began But in my heart it was so real And you even spoke to me, and said : "If you're so funny Then why are you on your own tonight ? And if you're so clever Then why are you on your own tonight ? If you're so very entertaining Then why are you on your own tonight ? If you're so very good-looking Why do you sleep alone tonight ? I know ... 'Cause tonight is just like any other night That's why you're on your own tonight With your triumphs and your charms While they're in each other's arms..."
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...she's a model of disaster with a heart of revolution...
...everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want to save themselves...
...she's got the grace of a tourist, with the charm of demolition...
...she's a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation...
...time will tell us if she's a lifer or a decomposeur...
Secam se kada je umro... imao sam 13 godina, nisam slusao Queen (ali sam slusao Flojde :) ), i kada se u odeljenju proculo da je Fredi umro, mislio sam da misle na Fredija Krugera. :) :) :) Aj fil sou ashejmd... A onda sam cuo The Show Must Go On (zapravo, video spot), i potpuno odlepio. :) U to vreme je izasao i spot za Barselonu '92. Zapravo, oni su tu pesmu uradili jos '87, ali je '92. postala ultra popularna. [Edit] Meni je tekst bio zalepljen na zidu; isekao sam ga iz Politikinog zabavnika, sa sve prevodom na srpski. :)-- Edited by profa at 13:30, 2005-06-08
I ja se secam kada je umro, secam se da mi je keva poludela, posto ga je obozavala. Pokusala je nesto da mi objasni, a ja sam samo zapitkivala sta je to sida, sta je to peder? Odrasla sam na njima, to mi je jedini ne domaci bend koji sam slusala dok jos nisam znala engleski...
A, sto se tice sinhra...ah... ta pesma tako govori sve sto ja zelim da cujem...
Hey...oooh... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside I’m surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning How quick the sun can, drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll ever be...yeah...
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh... I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star In somebody else’s sky, but why Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine
... As I remember your eyes were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from A booth in the Midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring they bring Diamonds and Rust ...
(Joan Baez, "Diamonds and Rust")
[EDIT] Pogledajte film "Sumanuti parastos" ("Eulogy" na engleskom) - u pitanju je crna komedija, i to sasvim solidna, a bas ova strofa se pojavljuje u delu kada otac... hm... Odgledajte i videcete. Taj deo mi je omiljen. :)
We starve-look at one another short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation Of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Somewhere inside something there is a rush of Greatness who knows what stands in front of Our lives I fashion my future on films in space Silence tells me secretly Everything, everything
Manchester England England Manchester England England (Eyes look your last) Across the Atlantic Sea (Arms take your last embrace) And I'm a genius genius (And lips oh you the doors of breath) I believe in God (Seal with a righteous kiss) And I believe that God believes in Claude (Seal with a righteous kiss) That's me, that's me, that's me (The rest is silence)
Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar Life is around you and in you Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie
Let the sunshine in...
Uvek se smrznem kada gledam ovaj deo. Pogotovu scenu kada hipici trce po onom parku u Vasingtonu, i kada se kadar menja i pokazuje se groblje poginulih u Vijetnamu. :(
Time to live Time to lie Time to laugh Time to die Takes it easy, baby Take it as it comes Don't move too fast And you want your love to last Oh, you've been movin' much too fast Time to walk Time to run Time to aim your arrows At the sun Takes it easy, baby Take it as it comes Don't move too fast And you want your love to last Oh, you've been movin' much too fast Go real slow You like it more and more Take it as it comes Specialize in havin' fun ...
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...she's a model of disaster with a heart of revolution...
...everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want to save themselves...
...she's got the grace of a tourist, with the charm of demolition...
...she's a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation...
...time will tell us if she's a lifer or a decomposeur...
Mnogo dobar spot za ovu pesmu, a i pesma je super...
[Chorus:] They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one She stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the colour of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man, and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
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On the second day I brought her a flower She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow" I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
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On the third day he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die" And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Uvek se smrznem kada gledam ovaj deo. Pogotovu scenu kada hipici trce po onom parku u Vasingtonu, i kada se kadar menja i pokazuje se groblje poginulih u Vijetnamu. :(
Moj najomiljeniji,moj najsavrsheniji ...... film ( mjuzikl) .... i ja svaki put plachem kada gledam,iak osam gledala mnogo puta.
Ah. Vise volim sporije stvari: Before you slip into unconsciousness I’d like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss The days are bright and filled with pain Enclose me in your gentle rain The time you ran was too insane We'll meet again, we'll meet again Oh tell me where your freedom lies The streets are fields that never die Deliver me from reasons why You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly The crystal ship is being filled A thousand girls, a thousand thrills A million ways to spend your time When we get back, I'll drop a line
Moze. Ali ipak, moja omiljena:
She lives on Love Street Lingers long on Love Street She has a house and garden I would like to see what happens She has robes and she has monkeys Lazy diamond studded flunkies She has wisdom and knows what to do She has me and she has you She has wisdom and knows what to do She has me and she has you I see you live on Love Street There's this store where the creatures meet I wonder what they do in there Summer Sunday and a year I guess I like it fine, so far She lives on Love Street Lingers long on Love Street She has a house and garden I would like to see what happens La, la, la, la, la, la, la....
P.S. I where the wild roses grow ima divan text.
Uvijek sam zelio biti heroj Ne kao James Bond, prokleti tajni agent Zelio sam biti heroj, heroj ulice Bar jedan dan, djevojko, bar jedan sat.
Uvijek sam sanjao da sam ja heroj ulice Ja bih bio Romeo, a ti Juliet Uvijek sam sanjao da sam ja heroj ulice Koji ce promijeniti bas citavi svijet.
Prisiljen da razmisljam, ja shvatio sam sve Nisam roden da budem heroj O ne ne ne.
Uvijek sam zelio biti heroj Ne kao James Bond, prokleti tajni agent Zelio sam biti heroj ulice Bar jedan dan, djevojko, bar jedan sat.
Uvijek sam sanjao da je neko drugo vrijeme Ja bi bio Romeo, a ti Juliet Uvijek sam sanjao da sam ja heroj Koji će promijeniti baš čitavi svijet.
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...she's a model of disaster with a heart of revolution...
...everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want to save themselves...
...she's got the grace of a tourist, with the charm of demolition...
...she's a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation...
...time will tell us if she's a lifer or a decomposeur...