Sinhro

Promenicu svet do kraja pesme.
Igracu pijani ples u ritmu vetra
Pusticu sunce da topi ljubav,
izmedju sveta daleko od nas.

Dosao sam da te nosim,
da se ne bojis,
da ne govoris nema me,
da ne zatvoris oci,
da ne zaboravis rec po rec.

Dosao sam da te nosim
u kuce mojih predaka,
da ti pricam da noci nema ,
da odustanes,
da zelja je glad je vatra.

Promenicu jezik, pokret, telo.
Govoricu reci tudje pesme.
Dosao sam da ti kazem cuvaj me.
Tvoj korak je moje ime,
Cuvaj me!

Dosao sam da te nosim,
da se ne bojis...

Dosao sam da te nosim
u kuce mojih predaka...

Dosao sam da te nosim,
da se ne bojis....

EKV

Everybody's Free  - Baz Luhrman

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth,
oh never mind,
you will never understand the power
and the beauty of your youth
until they've faded.
But trust me, in twenty years, you will look back
at photos of yourself and recall
in a way you can't grasp now,
how much possibility lay before you
and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future
or worry that know that worrying
is as affective as trying to solve
an algebra equation
by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life
are apt to be things that never
crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindsides you
at 4 PM on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other peoples' hearts;
don't put up with people
who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy,
sometimes you're ahead,
sometimes you're behind.
The race is long
and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive,
forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this,
tell me how.
Keep your old love letters;
throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22
what they wanted to do with their lives,
some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40,
maybe you'll dance the "Funky Chicken"
on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much
or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance,
so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can,
don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument
you'll ever own.
Dance.
Even if you have nowhere to do it
but your own living room.
Read the directions
even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines,
they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They are your best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go.
But a precious few, who should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography
and lifestyle, for as the older you get,
the more you need the people you knew
when you were young.
Live in New York City once,
but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in northern California once,
but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain alible truths:
prices will rise,
politicians will philander,
you too will get old and when you do,
you'll fanatisize that when you were young,
prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble
and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse
but you'll never know when either one
will run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair
or by the time you're forty,
it will look eighty-five.
Be careful whose advice you buy,
but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off,
painting over the ugly parts
and recycling for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.

Down In A Hole
by Alice In Chains
album: Unplugged (1996),
 Dirt (1992)

Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding red flowers
In a tomb... in bloom

Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who won't let himself be

Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, losin' control
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and they've put all
The stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
of my feelings beneath

Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, losin' control
I'd like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied

Bury me softly in this womb
Oh I want to be inside of you
I give this part of me for you
Oh I want to be inside of you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers (Oh I want to be inside of you)
In a tomb...in bloom
Oh I want to be inside...

Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, feelin so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, outta control
I'd like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied

Knock Out - Bolje vrijeme za nas nemirne

Kakve su dileme,
ne vidim probleme, zapreke.
Imao sam vrijeme
što igralo je samo za mene.
Bilo je i treme. Bile su i ceste mamurne.
Sad je došlo vrijeme,
bolje vrijeme za nas nemirne.

REF: U životu malo stane, malo krene.
Svak' se na to jednom navikne.
Izlazim iz sjene k'o iz noćne smjene,
sunce čeka da me dotakne.

Šta će nam dileme,
ne vidim probleme, zapreke.
Pozitivne šeme,
to je prava priča za mene.
Nema više treme čak i kad su ceste mamurne.
Sad je došlo vrijeme,
bolje vrijeme za nas nemirne.

R.E.M.
Everybody Hurts
   
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong, now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on

Everybody hurts, take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts, don't throw your hand, oh no, don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries, and everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes, so hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on (repeat & fade)
(Everybody hurts, you are not alone)

Kocka do kockice

Kocka do kocke kockica,
kroz prostor i kroz vreme,
i uvek nova pitanja i uvek nove teme.

I tako dan za danom
pred kockastim ekranom.
Tatatatira tatatatira!

Koliko vedrih dana,
sa ove strane ekrana.
Druguju svi drugari
i uce razne stvari.

I tako dan za danom
pred kockastim ekranom.
Tatatatira tatatatira!

Kocka do kocke kockica
nas uci bez mnogo muke.
Tamo drugari pruzaju
jedni drugima ruke

I tako dan za danom
pred kockastim ekranom.
Tatatatira tatatatira!


Kocka do kocke kockica!


Branko Kockica

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I’ve written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty I’d always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can’t say anymore.

’cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.

Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I’m going thru
They can understand.

Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end,

And I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I’ve written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty I’d always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can’t say anymore.

’cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

’cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

Moody Blues

Walking Away
by Craig David
album: Born to Do It (2001),
  Walking Away [single] (2001)

I'm walking away, from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away, oh to find a better day

I'm walking away

Sometimes some people get me wrong,
when it's something I've said or done
Sometimes you feel there is no fun,
that's why you turn and run
But now I truly realize,  
some people don't want to compromise
Well I saw them with my own eyes spreading those lies and
Well I don't want to live my life,
too many sleepless nights
Not mentioning the fights,
I'm sorry to say lady



Well I'm so tired baby
Things you say,
you're driving me away
Whispers in the powder room baby,
don't listen to the games they play
Girl I thought you'd realize,
I'm not like them other guys
Cuz I saw them with my own eyes,
you should have been more wise, and
I don't wanna live my life,
too many sleepless nights
Not mentioning the fights,
I'm sorry to say lady

ESSE RIO É MINHA RUA
( Paulo André e Ruy Barata )

Esse rio é minha rua,
minha e tua mururé,
piso no peito da lua,
deito no chão da maré.

Refrão:
Pois é, pois é,
eu não sou de igarapé,
quem montou na cobra grande,
não se escancha em puraquê.

Rio abaixo, rio acima,
minha sina cana é,
só em falá da mardita
me alembri de Abaeté.

Refrão

Me arresponde bôto preto
que te deu esse pixé
foi limo de maresia
ou inhaca de mulhé.

Refrão

(Gravado por Fafá de Belém em disco Polygran e Paulo André Barata, em disco Continental. Trilha musical de filme)


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Поручик Голицын

1921.

Четвертые сутки пылают станицы.
Потеет дождями донская весна.
Не падайте духом, поручик Голицын,
Корнет Оболенский, налейте вина. (2)

Над Доном угрюмым ведем эскадроны,-
Нас благословляет Россия-страна
Поручик Голицын, раздайте патроны,
Корнет Оболенский, седлайте коня. (2)

Мелькают Арбатом знакомые лица,
Шальная цыганка проносится в снах…
Все будет прекрасно, поручик Голицын -
За все тот, кто должен, получит сполна. (2)

А где-то ведь рядом проносятся тройки.
Увы, мы не знаем, в чем наша вина.
Поручик Голицын, так будьте же стойки,
Корнет Оболенский, налейте вина. (2)

Ах, русское солнце, великое солнце!
Уж не изменить нам курс корабля…
Поручик Голицын, а может, вернемся,
Зачем нам, дружище чужая земля? (2)

Четвертые сутки пылают станицы,
Потеет дождями донская весна.
Всем бросить патроны, уж скоро граница,
А всем офицерам надеть ордена!

Artist: Helloween
Song: Why?
Album: High Live

Father, it's time
Have a heart for your
child who cries in pain
Not a new sign
But a strike that'll
blow those fools away
Open your eyes
If you've got any you
just look for too long
a time
They spit on your name
Doin' everything
darnned as highest
crime

They believe they could
walk on the water
Playin `Godsleep with
the devils' daughter
Killed your son and
might kill mine
But you don't mind

Why, Lord, why
Tell me why
In these lonely days
I'd need your answer
There's a reason why

How could you fail?
Still it's time, turn
the black into the light
Why do you wait?
Do you look down and
laugh at what you find?

Can't you see they are
mistreating their
daughters
They believe they could
walk on the waters
They killed your son
and might kill mine
But you don't mind

Why, Lord, why
Tell me why
In these lonely days
I'd need your answer
There's a reason why

Why, Lord, why
Tell me why
Your the only light
forever lasting
Tell me father, why

Why, Lord, why
Tell me why
In these lonely days
I'd need your answer
There's a reason why

Why, Lord, why
Tell me why
Your the only light
forever lasting
Tell me father, why

Father it's time
Father it's time ...