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post # 1 | 24.04.2012 , 6:39 PM

Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

Pustinjska ruža

Sanjam o kiši
sanjam o vrtovima u pustinjskom pijesku
Budim se u boli
sanjam o ljubavi dok vrijeme prolazi kroz moje ruke

Sanjam o vatri
oni sni su zavezani za konja koji se nikad neće umoriti
I u plamenovima
njene sjene igraju u obliku čovjekove žudnje

Ova pustinjska ruža
svaki od njenih velova, tajno obećanje
Ovaj pustinjski cvijet
niti jedan parfem me nije tako mučio više nego ovaj

I kada se okrene
način kojim se kreće u logici mojih snova
Ova vatra gori
i shvaćam da ništa nije kao što se čini

Sanjam o kiši
sanjam o vrtovima u pustinjskom pijesku
Budim se u boli
sanjam o ljubavi dok vrijeme prolazi kroz moje ruke

Sanjam o kiši
i počinjem zuriti u prazna neba gore
Zaklopim oči
Ovaj rijetki miris je slatko zatrovanje njezine ljubavi

Sanjam o kiši
sanjam o vrtovima u pustinjskom pijesku
Budim se u boli
sanjam o ljubavi dok vrijeme prolazi kroz moje ruke

Slatka pustinjska ruža
svaki od njenih velova, tajno obećanje
Ovaj pustinjski cvijet
niti jedan parfem me nije tako mučio više nego ovaj

Slatka pustinjska ruža
ovo sjećanje raja nas sve progoni
Ovaj pustinjski cvijet
Ovaj rijetki miris je slatko zatrovanje jeseni

Added (24 Apr 2012, 6:39 PM)
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Shape of my heart

He deals the cards as a meditation

And those he plays never suspect

He doesn't play for the money he wins

He doesn't play for the respect

He deals the cards to find the answer

The sacred geometry of chance

The hidden law of probable outcome

The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds

He may lay the queen of spades

He may conceal a king in his hand

While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the shape of my heart

That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you

You'd maybe think there's something wrong

I'm not a man of too many faces

The mask I wear is one

Those who speak know nothing

And find out to their cost

Like those who curse their luck in too many places

And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the shape of my heart

That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

Oblik mog Srca

On deli karte kao da meditira

I oni koje pobedjuje nikad ne sumnjaju

On ne igra za novac koji dobija

Ne igra za postovanje

On deli karte da bi nasao odgovor

Sveti sklad srece

Skriven zakon verovatnog ishoda

Brojevi vode ples

Znam da je Pik mac vojnika

Znam da je Tref oruzje rata

Znam da Karo znaci novac u ovoj umetnosti

Ali to nije oblik mog Srca

On moze odigrati Zandara Karo

Moze odigrati Pikovu Damu

Moze sakriti Popa u rukavu

Dok secanje na njega bledi

Znam da je Pik mac vojnika

Znam da je Tref oruzje rata

Znam da Karo znaci novac u ovoj umetnosti

Ali to nije oblik mog Srca

To nije oblik, oblik mog Srca

I da ti kazem da te volim

Mozda ces pomisliti da nesto nije uredu

Ja nisam covek sa previse lica

Samo jednu masku nosim

Oni koji pricaju ne znaju nista

I saznaju na svoju stetu

Kao oni koji kunu svoju srecu previse

I oni koji se plase gubitka

Znam da je Pik mac vojnika

Znam da je Tref oruzje rata

Znam da Karo znaci novac u ovoj umetnosti

Ali to nije oblik mog Srca

To nije oblik, oblik mog Srca



Poruku je menjao/la desert_rose - Utorak, 24.04.2012, 6:09 PM

♥♥♥♥"Ne postoje ljepše riječi, a ni zvuk, od njegovog "Volim te"! ♥♥♥♥










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post # 2 | 26.04.2012 , 12:44 PM

Englishman in New York

I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Englishman in New York

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun

Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than a license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

Englez u New York-u

Ne pijem kafu, već čaj, draga
Volim tostovano s jedne strane
I možeš čuti u mom akcentu kada govorim
Ja sam Englez u New York-u

Uoči me kada šetam Petom avenijom
sa štapom za šetanje
Nosim ga svuda
Ja sam Englez u New York-u

Ja sam stranac, ja sam pravi stranac
Ja sam Englez u New York-u
Ja sam stranac, ja sam pravi stranac
Ja sam Englez u New York-u

Ako nas "maniri čine ljudima", kako je neko rekao
Onda je on junak dana
Treba biti čovek i istrpeti neukost uz osmeh
Budi ono što jesi, bez obzira šta drugi kažu

Ja sam stranac, ja sam pravi stranac
Ja sam Englez u New York-u
Ja sam stranac, ja sam pravi stranac
Ja sam Englez u New York-u

Skromnost, uljudnost mogu da dovedu na loš glas
Mogao bi da ostaneš jedini
Džentlmenstvo, trezvenost su retki u ovom društvu
Noću je sveća svetlija od sunca

Za pravog muškarca treba više od vojničke opreme
Više od dozvole za oružje
Suprotstavi se neprijateljima, izbegni ih kada možeš
Džentlmen će odšetati, nikada odjuriti (pobeći)

Ako nas "maniri čine ljudima", kako je neko rekao
Onda je on junak dana
Treba biti čovek i istrpeti neukost uz osmeh
Budi ono što jesi, bez obzira šta drugi kažu

Ja sam stranac, ja sam pravi stranac
Ja sam Englez u New York-u
Ja sam stranac, ja sam pravi stranac
Ja sam Englez u New York-u











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post # 3 | 27.06.2012 , 5:13 PM

You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold.
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley.
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold.

Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley?
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold.
See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold.

I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I've broken,
But I swear in the days still left we'll walk in fields of gold.
We'll walk in fields of gold.

Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley.
See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold,
When we walked in fields of gold, when we walked in fields of gold.
srce poljubac

I love Michael Jackson!



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