Ljubav..zaljubljenost..virtualne i stvarne...prtz ,,schrmtz..i ostale pizdarije

Iiiiiiii,himna moga sela,rođena davne 1967,iskazuje ljubav prema biljci koja je mnogim obiteljima moga mjesta proteklih pedesetak godina osiguravala egzistenciju.

Ajde,nebudimo snobovi-nije sve u đezu ili operi. :good:       

nefertiti ..poprave si pozitivno iznenadjenje,,,inache boli me kita tko dolazi tko odlazi,,,al tebi moj naklon..tko zna mozda te zamolim za ples u nekom vatrogasnom domu:)

a sada samo njezno,,,

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Jedna ljubav

Jedna ljubav.
Jednu ljubav živio sam plačući,
i govorila mi je
riječi Božje.
Plačem zbog tebe.
To je s ljubavlju.

Jedna ljubav.
Jednu ljubav živio sam,
plačući i mučeći se.
Božje riječi.
Plačem zbog tebe.
To je s ljubavlju.

Refren 2x
Tu sam zbog tebe,živim blizu tebe,
zaljubio sam se u tebe
i bez tvojih poljubaca ja ne mogu
živjeti i sjećati se.

Želio bih,
da razumijem ljubav i da znam,
zašto volio sam se mučiti.
Božje riječi.
Plačem zbog tebe.
To je s ljubavlju.

Look at the Moorish gypsy

I saw you, dark-haired gypsy,
Walking through the square
Alone in the reflection of the moon.
With my guitar and singing,
And me there with my guitar, singing
beautiful for you.
And you start to dance
with grace and happiness.

Look at the Moorish gypsy,
Look, see how she dances,
Following the rhythm of the guitar,
Following the gypsy and Moorish beat.

Look at the Moorish gypsy,
Look, see how she dances,
Following the rhythm of the guitar,
Following the gypsy and Moorish beat.

The art that you have
And your way of dancing
makes me want to sing.
Through you I have it in my blood.

And in the morning moon
After so many hours with your memory,
The art that you have
And your way of dancing.

Look at the Moorish gypsy,
Look, see how she dances,
Following the rhythm of the guitar,
Following the gypsy and Moorish beat.

Look at the Moorish gypsy,
Look, see how she dances,
Following the rhythm of the guitar,
Following the gypsy and Moorish beat.

I saw you, dark-haired gypsy,
I saw you, brown-skinned woman,
Walking through the square
alone in the reflection of the moon
And me with my guitar and singing.1

And me with my guitar, singing2
beautiful for you.
And you start to dance
with grace and happiness.

Look, look at the Moorish gypsy,3
Look, see how she dances,
Following the rhythm of the guitar,
Following the gypsy and Moorish beat.

Look at the Moorish gypsy,
Look, see how she dances,
Following the rhythm of the guitar,
Following the gypsy and Moorish beat.

    

zingaro ::

Prelepa mocna neukrotiva snaga kojoj se samo mozes pokloniti i diviti  

Ovih dana sam bash sam svoj majstor,,,vec 15 dana kopam i oblikujem buduci prilaz ka kuci,,zamislio sam neku aleju cvijeca,,koja ne raste visoko a mirishe prelijepo,,ovo staro cvijece koje sam imao ,,,pochupao sam,,,u nekom sam raspolozenju,,,,da me interesiraju neke nove biljke,,)cijela okolina smrdi na konjsko stajsko ,,,najebo sam ako me netko prijavi,,,jer iz njega rastu sajko gljivitze,,,,a to bi eska odushevilo,,,mogo bi predvidjeti svaki potez od Linica,,,,Moja bivsha susjeda koja je neki dr,,,mr,,,ima svoj ranch i shkolu jahanja,,posjeduje 9 predivnih konja,,,danas sam vidio uglavnom mlade cure da jashu,,,chdno je to da zene obozavaju konje,,kod nje,,,svi radnici su zene,,,rade teshke poslove,,,,razgovarao sam sa njima,,,i sve odreda vele,,,da im nije teshko jer vole konje,,,reko i ja sam konj,,,,na shto su se nasmijale..a jedna je rekla,,,skini gace da vidimo,,,reko ne dolazi u obzir,,,jedino da vam poshaljem pizdu iz Rijke,,,on ima konjski,,,,ali je malo podebel i ofucat,,,,vele,,,ne dolazi u obzir,,,takve prodajemo italijanima za kobasice,,,

There I was on a July morning looking for love.
With the strength of a new day dawning and the beautiful sun.
At the sound of the first bird singing I was leaving for home.
With the storm and the night behind me and a road of my own.
With the day
came the resolution
I'll be looking for you.

I was looking for love in the strangest places.
There wasn't a stone that I left unturned.
I must have tried more than a thousand faces,
but not one was aware of the fire that burned
In my heart,
in my mind,
in my soul.
In my heart,
in my mind,
in my soul.

There I was on a July morning - I was looking for love.
With the strength of a new day dawning and the beautiful sun.
At the sound of the first bird singing I was leaving for home.
With the storm and the night behind me and a road of my own.
With the day
came the resolution
I'll be looking for you.

If you're leaving close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor.
Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.

I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain't no sadder tale.

Had a friend once in a room,
Had a good time but it ended much too soon.
In a cold month in that room
We found a reason for the things we had to do.

I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.

I don't know where to find you
I don't know how to reach you
I hear your voice in the wind
I feel you under my skin
Within my heart and my soul
I wait for you
Adagio
All of these nights without you
All of my dreams surround you
I see and I touch your face
I fall into your embrace
When the time is right I know
You'll be in my arms
Adagio
I close my eyes and I find a way
No need for me to pray
I've walked so far
I've fought so hard
Nothing more to explain
I know all that remains
Is a piano that plays
If you know where to find me
If you know how to reach me
Before this light fades away
Before I run out of faith
Be the only man to say
That you'll hear my heart
That you'll give your life
Forever you'll stay
Don't let this light fade away
Don't let me run out of faith
Be the only man to say
That you believe, make me believe
You won't let go
Adagio

 

Vidim te jutros gdje prolaziš pokraj mene, tužan, zabrinut, u kontra smjeru...

I...predbožićna sezona počinje, grad blješti, dućani spremni  ...a ja se veselim mom godišnjem krajem mjeseca, pečenju kolačića i uređivanju doma, i kad se svi poredamo po kauču i gledamo filmove, uz treptajuće svijećice na boru..veselim se.

Ovaj pjesmuljak mi je baš drag.