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How insensitive

How insensitive
I must have seemed
When she told me that she loved me
How unmoved and cold
I must have seemed
When she told me so sincerely
Why she must have asked
Did I just turn and stare in icy silence
What was I to say
What can you say when a love affair is over

Now she's gone away
And I'm alone with the memory of her last look
Vague and drawn and sad
I see it still
All her heartbreak in that last look
Why she must have asked
Did I just stare in icy silence
What was I to do
What can one do when a love affair is over.


Frank Sinatra (ali, kako je Sinnead peva, to je da umres od bola).

Ne kažem da je romantično samo tužno, gušiću sledeći put nečim lepršavim... možda

Evo je sada u stranim pesmama

NAJ TI POLJUB NARIŠE USTNICE

Tri dni si daleč. Sama.
Tri dni je strašno daleč stran.
Jutro me čaka zunaj.
Zdaj več ne upam sanjat sam.

Veš, zdaj ti rišem lice.
Po rosni šipi vlečem prst.
Z lasmi odkrivaš strehe.
Mogoče Zagreb? Jutri Trst?

Naj ti poljub nariše ustnice!
Žametne.
Naj vampir zbudi ciganko!
Ugrizni vanje!
Naj ti poljub nariše ustnice!

Na licih prvo sonce
zbuja ledene dimnike.
Žalostne ladje, skrite
med dolge sive ulice.

Naj imaš oči odprte?
Spet hočem slišat, kakšna si!
Še polna zvezd na vekah,
čakaš na lastovke.

(Lacni Franz - strana muzika, bre! )

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.


PinkFloyd

In a time where the sun descends alone
I ran a long, long way from home
To find a heart that's made of stone
I will try, I just need a little time
To get your face right out of my mind
To see the world through different eyes

Every time I see you oh I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can't let go
Every time you leave the room
I feel I'm fading like a flower

Tell me why, when I scream there's no reply
When I reach out there's nothing to find
When I sleep I break down and cry, cry yeah

Every time I see you oh I try to hide away
But when we meet it seems I can't let go
Every time you leave the room
I feel I'm fading like a flower

Fading like a rose
Beaten by the storm
Talking to myself, getting washed by the rain
It's such a cold, cold town

Oh, it's such a cold town...

Marie Fredriksson & Per Gessle

Tecje voda tecje
cer velecki maji
preco si ma njehal
starodavni fraji

Nehal som ca nehal
dobre ti vjesh ktomu
co mi pljetki nosis
do nasheho domu

Do nasheho domu
pod moje okjenko
co sam sa naplahal
siva holubjenko

Vrat sa meni vrat sa
ot Kisinckej vodi
odniel si mi kjuchik
ot mojej svobodi

Puede ser que la tonta sea yo
que sin saberlo algo falló
puede que si... puede que no

El caso es que mi vida va al revés que
que me arrepiento siempre después
cuando no hay nada que hacer

Soy una mujer y a veces me equivoco
porque me fío de mi corazón
soy una mujer y por amor
yo soy capaz de todo
soy así impulsiva y natural
en el fondo persona normal para bien o para mal

Soy una mujer, si, y a veces me equivoco
porque me fío de mi corazón
soy una mujer y por amor yo soy capaz de todo
soy capaz de todo
soy capaz de todo hasta de perder

Soy una mujer si me quieres tener
no juegues con mi amor
Oh... no juegues con mi amor

Soy una mujer si y a veces me equivoco
porque me fío de mi corazón
Soy una mujer
y por amor yo soy capaz de todo...

Sapore di sale, sapore di mare
che hai sulla pelle, che hai sulle labra
quando esci dall'acqua e ti vieni a sdraiare
vicino a me, vicino a me.

Sapore di sale, sapore di mare,
un gusto un po' amaro di cose perdute,
di cose lasciate lontano da noi
dove il mondo č diverso, diverso da qui.

Il tempo č dei giorni que passano pigri
e lasciano in bocca il gusto del sale,
ti butti nell'acqua e mi lasci a guardarti
e rimango da solo nella sabbia e nel sole.

Poi torni vicino e ti lasci cadere
cosí nella sabbia e nelle mie braccia
e mentre ti bacio sapore di sale,
sapore di mare, sapore di te.

GP ofkors