srijeda, 26. prosinca 2007.

U ime lakših, i bezbrižnijih dana

Let's race beetwen the lights,like we used to
Long ago,
Let's chase some dragons though we know they're gone,
But it never crossed my mind that time is running low
For all our dreams on the concrete road.
Before I go,we'll take a bus downtown,
Pretend it's all still here and never wonder why
Why did it all had to go,smile's fading but memories live on.

Our sun was weird,damn,it rained a lot!
A cloudy day was perfect for football,
Playing life and living the games,
We never gave a fuck,we were never ashamed of what we became.
It took us a while to get straighten up,life is thorns not just buttercups,
Aware of that,we tore down our walls,
Catching one another or just braking the fall,
Always ready to take on the challenge,
Always prepared and always shure.

All those coffe mugs we bottomed up,
All the cigarettes that made me caugh,
Gallons of beer and bottles of gin,
Bad as a convict,good like a sin.
Winter cold eating our hands,countlessly broke,
Though blessed and then again,
I can't help to wonder where will we end up?
When is the end,will it stop?

No it won't!,I bet you'll say,
We'll never let anything stand in our way,
Let's fly away and get drunk once more,
Throw up on the street,while they're closing the door.
God only knows why we had to meet,
Coincidence or just a dirty trick?
In this world of safe sex and false politics,
We were like brothers,a full-house deal.

Za najboljeg golmana, i za najvećeg nogometnog antitalenta u kozmosu

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