noci Cekamo Godoa Godo nece doci S neba pada krv i znoj Svuda smrt i nespokoj Gde si sada, brate moj? Boze, molim te Daj nam neki znak Boze, molim te
Bo?e, Bo?e, di ba? ja, od svih sretnih Cigana, da se rodim ba? kad zadrema?? Da me ne blagoslovi?... Nikad ni ne oslovi?... Dok za nekim... Makarkakvim
Some see life as a broken promise Some see life as an endless fight They think they live in the age of darkness They think they live in the age of Light
Hey you, remember me Way back in North Quincy Go fast, hold back If we hold on for one day We just might last I remembers bouts Morning blackouts Coupled
How many Americans do we have in here tonight? In the days following September 11th last year Everybody that was a poet or a writer or a song writer
These dance hall girls, they don't treat you kind They give you their bodies but you never reach their minds Well, they fill you up with lipstick lies
Oh, I just found out, I've been tripping on the shadows of my doubts If you backed them up, the way we're taught to hide A rage that's ripping at me from
I remember, kneeling before Parts on the floor Of the radio I took apart to find Elvis But he'd left this building And I can't deny Since then I've wondered
The Kansas sun, behind I left everyone There was no getting over, no place to hide With a future as open wide As the shirt on Travolta in 'Staying Alive
well, cindy oleo - the margarine girl she says to me, "i don't like boys" i tell her i don't like them either, she tells me i don't understand so i stand
I said there's something in the way you move That makes me think that I'm in love with you There's something in the way you move That makes me think I
She lost herself when the meds kicked in Staring at a chair where her folks had been All she wanted to tell them was 'I'm alright' It's late and a stillness
You and I in a little toy shop I'll buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got Set them free at the break of dawn Till one by one they were gone Back
down and out when i used to walk the same way home from school and i hoped i'd see her and then when i didn't i was crushed like the bully stole my lunch
I'd say for certain to watch over me Phone rings at half past three I'd say for certain to watch over me When the phone rings at half past three My mind
two years at ohio state, he was a boy, he was not a man karl marx and ho chi minh, politics he'd never understand please tell me how does it feel, how
she says, "he's writing a novel" i told her that's called smoking dope she said a boy my age should have learned to cope by now, by now she's got more
You've got to bring it down In my tribe, there's a way that everybody speaks In my town, there's a wall that no one there can see Nailed down, unwritten
