za plavuse



Jednog dana dolazi Jenny iz skole kuci i vice s vrata:



"Mama, mama! Danas smo ucili brojiti i sva djeca su znala brojiti samo do pet, a ja sam znala do 10! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!  Vidis...!?"


    "Odlicno," rece na to majka.

    "Je li to zato sto sam plavusa, mama?"


     "Da, to je zato sto si plavusa"


     Iduceg dana, dotrci Jenny opet iz skole sva sretna i povice s vrata:


     "Mama, mama! Danas smo ucili slova i sva djeca su znala samo do slova D,  a ja sam znala do G! A, B, C, D, E, F, G! Vidis...!?"


    "Odlicno," reče opet majka. "Je li to zato sto sam plavusa, mama?"


    "Da, to je zato sto si plavusa, Jenny."


     Dan iza toga, eto opet Jenny iz skole kuci: "Mama, mama! Danas smo imali gimnastiku i na tusiranju sam vidjela da sve cure imaju ravna prsa, a ja imam ovo!," povice ona, podigne majicu i pokaze solidnu cetvorku.


     "Odlicno," rece majka pomalo u neugodnosti. "Je li to zato sto sam plavusa, mama?"


      "Ne, duso, to je zato sto ti je 24 .

I onda su se momcovi razbežali 

svi su se razbezali ...
Jos malo cu i ja ...

ujaaaaaa... da vam napišem ovde pesmu što sam napisao 

daj

I want you...
(*whispering: so desperately)
I need you...
(*whispering: so hopelessly)
I miss your touch and your tender view
All I want is one more moment with you

Oh, I’m dreamin’  of you...
(*whispering: with an open eyes)
Ohhhhhhhh, I bled for you
(*whispering: my deathly wound cries)
My rigid lips are covered with dirt
„Never more“ – said the blackfeather bird

(Chorusx2)
In the middle of a day, alighted by the Moon
Flowers on the ground expect the doom
I wilt with them, seeking for life
On the marbled stone is carved: “Your beloved wife.”

I’ll be watching you…
(*whispering: until we meet)
I’ll be with you
(*whispering: under 6 feet)
Surrounded by smoothly wood
Sorry reaper I’m not in the mood

To play a chess with you in my life
Wait! There was a stabbed knife
In my back. Who can that be?
No, it can’t... Not my lovely Lee

(Chorusx2)
In the middle of a day, alighted by the Moon
Flowers on the ground expect the doom
I wilt with them, seeking for life
On the marbled stone is carved: “Your beloved wife.”

I trusted you
(*whispering: to the sky and above)
I believed at you
(*whispering: in your fake love)
How could I be so naive
My broken heart says: „Now please go, leave!“

I wilt with them, seeking for life
On the marbled stone is carved: “Your beloved wife.”

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