tekstovi omiljenih pjesama

trenutna koju slusam

boban rajovic (pomozite mi drugovi)

Budva,Herceg Novi na javi moji snovi
pa preko Kotora do Podgorice
drustvo,provod je to,ma dzaba mi je sve to
kad kraj mene nije njeno drago lice.

Vjetar nosi dah,njenog poljubca
daleko od oka,al'ne i od srca.

Refren:
Pomozite mi drugovi
da nadjem spas od ljubavi.
Pomozite mi rodjeni
samo jos ove noci.

Treba mi da se napijem
sa mahom nekad razbijem.
Pomozite mi najbolji
bez vas to necu moci.

Nesto njoj me tera,da li atmosfera
il' vece ko stvoreno za njeznost pravu.
Ko da kraj mene tu je,kao da glas joj cijem
sve vise osecam da za njom gubim glavu.

Vjetar nosi dah,njenog poljubca
daleko od oka,al' ne i od srca.

Refren:
Pomozite mi drugovi
da nadjem spas od ljubavi.
Pomozite mi rodjeni
samo jos ove noci.

Treba mi da se napijem
sa mahom nekad razbijem.
Pomozite mi najbolji
bez vas to necu moci.

Refren 2x

j0j sto me ove slusalice nerviraju

Zakaj te nerviraju?

stekaju mi

Grozno,ja svoj MPT3 nisam tak dugo slušala!

MPT3? nisam čula za ovo.

ni ja

možda je pogriješila.

We know how to dare
We know how to dream
Tonight is the night
What we wanna be will be
We're gonna make it through

Let's conquer the fears
Take every chance
Hold back the tears
What we wanna be will be
We're gonna make it through

Out of our heads
Into our hearts
Close to the edge
Ready to start

And it's so good
Dancing on the air
It feels so good
Nothing can compare
Cuz the beat in our hearts
Is the beat on the charts
Like a spotlight we're cutting through
It feels so good
Shining here in front of you

Give everything
And don't be afraid
Be true to yourself
If you wanna live forever
You're gonna make it through
You're gonna make it through

Out of our heads
Into our hearts
Close to the edge
Ready to start

And it's so good
Dancing on the air
It feels so good
Nothing can compare
Cuz the beat in our hearts
Is the beat on the charts
Like a spotlight we're cutting through
It feels so good

Dancing on the air
It feels so good
Nothing can compare
Cuz the beat in our hearts
Is the beat on the charts
Like a spotlight we're cutting through
It feels so good
shining here infront of you
it feels so good
shining here in front of you
shining here in front of you
dancing on the air
it feels so good
nothing can compare
cause the beat in our heat
is the beat of the charts
Like a spotlight we're cutting through
It feels so good
dancing on the air
it feels so good
nothing can compare
cause the beat of our hearts
is the beat on the charts
like a spot light were cutting through
it feels so good
shining here in front of you

ja nemam.

Jelenamew je napisao/la:

Grozno,ja svoj MPT3 nisam tak dugo slušala!

Krivo napisala!

nema veze

Oh,hvala vam!

Foreign Affair:

Foreign Affair
Take A Trip In The Air
To A Tropical Beach
An Island To Reach
A New Territory
For An Intimate Story
A Lagoon Par La Mer
It's A Foreign Affair

Drifting In Dream
On A Mystical Sea
A Wishful Emotion
A Drop In The Ocean
A Hush In The Air
You Can Feel Anywhere
In A Cool Twilight
On A Tropical Night

Mike Oldfield

Nisam još čula tu pjesmu!

Naravno da nisi jer ne slušaš Mike Oldfielda hehe

hehe

Ljudi nema više HEHE!!!!

moja omiljena pjesma je ova!!

HIMNA OPERACIJE TRIJUMF

GLAVU DIZEMO RUKE PRUZAMO
OCI SIRIMO I SRCE DAJEMO
DA SVE NAJBOLJE VARTIMO
I NOVI PUT OTVORIMOOO
DUGO MUCI NAS JEDNO PITANJE
STALNO TRUDIS SE AL´ TI NEIDE
DA ZABORAVI OS SVEGA
PRUZENOOO GRADIMO STRUSENO
DANE ZAJEDNO ZIVIMO
I NEDAMO SAD NIKOMEE
DA NAM NOTEE PREKINEEEE
STIZE NOVA GENERACIJA
KOJU SPAJA OPERACIJA
NAPRIJED HRABRO SAD KORACAMOOO
I KAD TRIJUMF GRABIMO
BORIMO SE NASIM SNAGAMA
SA NAVIM PJESMAMA I BOJAMA
JER NASE SRCE SAMO PJEVAA ZA VAS
PA SVE OD BOZICE PA SVE DO BOZICAA!

ja ju nemam mislim imam ju ali nemam tekst......

By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of the wigwam,
In the early Summer morning,

Hiawatha stood and waited.
All the air was full of freshness,
All the earth was bright and joyous,
And before him, through the sunshine,

Westward toward the neighboring forest
Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo,
Passed the bees, the honey-makers,
Burning, singing in the sunshine.

Bright above him shone the heavens,
Level spread the lake before him;
From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,
Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine;

On its margin the great forest
Stood reflected in the water,
Every tree-top had its shadow,
Motionless beneath the water.

From the brow of Hiawatha
Gone was every trace of sorrow,
As the fog from off the water,
As the mist from off the meadow.

With a smile of joy and gladness,
With a look of exultation,
As of one who in a vision
Sees what is to be, but is not,

Stood and waited Hiawatha.
Toward the sun his hands were lifted,
Both the palms spread out toward it,
And between the parted fingers

Fell the sunshine on his features,
Flecked with light his naked shoulders,
As it falls and flecks an oak-tree
Through the rifted leaves and branches.

O'er the water floating, flying,
Something in the hazy distance,
Something in the mists of morning,
Loomed and lifted from the water,

Now seemed floating, now seemed flying,
Coming nearer, nearer, nearer.
Was it Shingebis the diver?
Or the pelican, the Shada?

Or the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah?
Or the white goose, Waw-be-wana,
With the water dripping, flashing,
From its glossy neck and feathers?

It was neither goose nor diver,
Neither pelican nor heron,
O'er the water floating, flying,
Through the shining mist of morning,

But a birch canoe with paddles,
Rising, sinking on the water,
Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;
And within it came a people

(The Son of the Evening Star)

Can it be the sun descending
O'er the level plain of water?
Or the Red Swan floating, flying,
Wounded by the magic arrow,

Staining all the waves with crimson,
With the crimson of its life-blood,
Filling all the air with splendor,
Filling all the air with plumage?

Yes; it is the sun descending,
Sinking down into the water;
All the sky is stained with purple,
All the water flushed with crimson!

No; it is the Red Swan floating,
Diving down beneath the water;
To the sky its wings are lifted,
With its blood the waves are reddened!

Over it the Star of Evening
Melts and trembles through the purple,
Hangs suspended in the twilight,
Walks in silence through the heavens.