Vukovi umiru sami

Tišina k'o sidro veže mrak
U meni polako kopni strah
Ovaj ljubav je bila proviđenje
Nije ovo moje vrijeme

Do zore je ostao još koji sat
A vani nemir, k'o da je rat
Oblačim kaput i odlazim
Da sve zaboravim

I opet Dunavom plove brodovi
Ti više za mene ne brini
K'o lišće sam, vjetar me raznosi
Vukovi umiru sami

I opet Dunavom plove brodovi
Ti više za mene ne brini
K'o lišće sam, vjetar me raznosi
Vukovi umiru sami

Tišina k'o sidro veže mrak
U meni polako kopni strah
Oblačim kaput i odlazim
Da sve zaboravim

I opet Dunavom plove brodovi
Ti više za mene ne brini
K'o lišće sam, vjetar me raznosi
Vukovi umiru sami

(Dunavom, Dunavom, Dunavom)

I opet Dunavom plove brodovi
Ti više za mene ne brini
K'o lišće sam, vjetar me raznosi
Vukovi umiru sami

K'o lišće sam, vjetar me raznosi
Vukovi umiru sami

Vam se sviđa ova pijesma?
Meni je genijalna!!!!

Ajoj...poezija...nisam se mogo natjerat da procitam to do kraja.
Al onaj dio sto sam procito nije tako losh....samo je pretmurno...sve nesto odlazi umiru...tuga jad i bjeda....dosta mi je toga i ovak i onak

Moja štikla


Jer jos trava nije nikla
Tamo gdje je stala moja stikla

Tika taka, oko pola tri
Stipnut ces me da se ne vidi
Znam ja dobro takve kao ti
Zhavoli su tvoji kumovi

Zvrc, zvrc, trazit c'es moj broj
Kuc, kuc, kucaj nekoj drugoj
Sojcice divojcice
Daj obuci carapice
Jer jos trava nije nikla
Tamo gdje je stala moja stikla

Oi-da da, oi-da da, da,
Oi-da da, oi-da da, da,
Moja, moja stikla

S, s, s, sex

Tika taka, oko pola tri
Gricnut ces me da se ne vidi
Zlatan prsten, tanki brcici
Ma znam ja dobro takve kao ti

Zvrc, zvrc, trazit ces moj broj
Sic, sic, bjezi ajde drugoj
Sojcice divojcice
Daj obuci carapice
Jer jos trava nije nikla
Tamo gdje je stala moja stikla

Oi-da da, oi-da da, da,
Oi-da da, oi-da da, da,
Moja, moja stikla

Zumba, zumba, zumba, zumba
Sijeno, slama, sir, salama
Rizi bizi, teca veca
Cikla bikla, cikla bikla
Afrika, paprika

Cija? Sette, Cija? Otto, Cija? Nove, Cija? Moja!
Cija, Cija? Moja, moja
Ajde!

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Specijalno za CTN:Prijevod na engleski!!

My High Heels

The grass has not grown
Where my high heel has stepped in

Tic-tac half past three
You will pinch me so it won’t be seen
I know very well those like you
The devils are your best men

Ring, ring, you’ll ask for my number
knock, knock, knock to someone else
Llittle girl
wear your socks
because the grass has not grown
where my high heel has stepped in

Oi-da, da, oi da, da
oi da, da, da
my, my high heel

S, s, s, sex

Tic-tac half past three
You will pinch me, not to be seen
Golden ring, tiny moustache
I know very well those like you

Ring, ring, you’ll ask for my number
knock, knock, knock to someone else
Little girl
wear your socks
because the grass has not grown
where my high heel has stepped in

Oi-da, da, oi da, da
oi da, da, da
my, my high heel

Pss, pss, go away to someone else
cupa, cupa, zumba, zumba
hay, straw, cheese, ham
the beet has grown, the beet has died
Africa, paprika

Whose? Sette, Whose? Otto, Whose? Nove, Whose? Mine!
Whose, whose? Mine, mine!
Come on!

U daljini cuju se kao gromovi
Svakom njivom prolaze kao volovi
Odlaze na dalek put tko to moze znati
Samo neki stocar ljut sto ih sibom prati

Traktori, traktori, traktori,
Traktori, traktori, traktori.

Odlaze na dalek put tko to moze znati
Samo neki stocar ljut sto ih sibom prati

Traktori, traktori, traktori,
Traktori, traktori, traktori

We're living together, my traktor i ja
Da oremo njivu od sedam do dva
Ja znojan na njemu, jasem ko sol,
I molim Boga da ne rikne motor

Moj jedini traktor,
Moj ljubljeni traktor

Danas sam tuzan jer ukr'o ga smrad
Moj jedini traktor, ne vozim ga sad
Al' mogu da kupim jos sto, al' nije to to
Jer jedan je traktor, zapamti to

Moj jedini traktor,
Moj ljubljeni traktor Traktori-Vatrogasci

TO MATO!!! To je poezja koju ja volim!

poezija


Cypress Hill - Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up Lyrics

Intro:
(*guy toking up*)
f**kin buddha comin at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavours
f**kin buddha comin at'cha like this
'95
Verse 1: B-Real
It's Friday mornin, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cos I wanna get high like a plane
in the sky with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the f**k are my zig-zags and my lighters?
so I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cos the sh*t is so sticky
that it's gettin on my f**kin fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay sh*t that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, f**k it
I can smoke it and I still get faded

Chorus:
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale
*repeat x3*
(I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
*repeat*
Verse 2: (Sen Dogg), B-Real
(East Coast hittin that blunt), West Coast hittin that honeydip
Might he want a joint then I want another hit
Roll it up, (light it up), smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)
Can I get a hit? (Can I get a hooh!?)
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
so I can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
I stand true to the guess guy ????
(As I keep runnin from the chop-per)
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(Puto won't be holdin out on the big bag)
Chorus
(I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk)
*repeat to fade*



o yeaaahh