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Luda za tobom

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Kakvu magiju si mi uradio
zašto te ne mogu zaboraviti?
Odavno smo razdvojeni
no i dalje sam luda za tobom
 
Uzalud, znam, s drugim izlazim večeras
da ga zavolim, nešto me sprečava
Ljubim njega, ali vidim tebe
Zatvorim li na sekundu oči
 
Refren:
Luda za tobom ću ostati
čak i da budem živa rana
Luda za tobom, iako znam
da se sa mnom igraš!
 
Luda za tobom ću ostati
čak i da budem živa rana
Luda za tobom dok ti
mi truješ dušu lažima!
 
(x2):
Šta si uradio meni, kaži mi
zašto šapućem samo tvoje ime?
Zašto, kaži mi, umesto da te mrzim,
ja sam luda od ljubavi za tobom?
 
Refren:
Luda za tobom ću ostati
čak i da budem živa rana
Luda za tobom, iako znam
da se sa mnom igraš!
 
Luda za tobom ću ostati
čak i da budem živa rana
Luda za tobom dok ti
mi truješ dušu lažima!
 

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My Name Is Baghdad

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I lived happily
In my palaces of black gold and precious stones
The Tigris River used to flow
On the crystal cobblestones
A thousand caliphs jostled
On my dance floors ....
They called me the City full of grace
Oh God, how time passes fast
They called me the capital of light
Oh God, how everything is lost ...
(Chorus)
My name is Baghdad
And I fell under the fire of the tanks
My name is Baghdad, a disfigured princess
And Scheherazade; she forgot me ..
 
Forgot me ..
 
I live on my lands as a poor beggar
under the bulldozers
Ghosts haunt me
I cry over the ruins of my beauty
Under the smoldering stones
It's my soul that they're murdering ..
 
They called me the capital of light
Oh God, how everything is lost ...
(Chorus)
 
My tales of the One thousand and one nights
Don't interest anyone any more ..
They've destroyed everything
They've destroyed everything ...
 
(Chorus)
 
She forgot me ....
 

Killing bonbon

She wiggles, she shakes her waist all night
And on top of that, she's wearing a mini skirt
That wiggling movement is getting it(the skirt) up
 
She's so pretty, she dances, she wiggles, she makes you horny
And when the skirt is getting up by itself
She continues with that cause she knows she's irritating everygirl
 
She's got a killing bonbon
She's got a latin bonbon
She's got a succulent bonbon
I'd marry that bonbon
 
She knows she's got a bonbon and she shakes it.
She shakes her bonbon whenever she wants
It looks like an insatiable bonbon
It must be a chewing bonbon
 
I'll eat that bonbon
 

November

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It was cold like a winter day
You pouring November rain
Everything felt numb
What have we begun
I never saw the signs how I could be so blind
The day that I closed my eyes 'cause your heart was full of lies
 
November is a nightmare that will chase me after all you've done
I'm sorry November just wake me when you're gone
Is there someone who can help me change the calendar
don't wanna remember, November it's me that I exist no more
I'm sorry
 
I wanted you more than life
I think of it all the time
You were my way of light
the guide through lonely nights
you said you were in love
but I guess I was not enough
you left me in a shade
now my light will fade away
 
November is a nightmare that will chase me after all you've done
I'm sorry, November, just wake me when you're gone
 
Is there someone who can help me change the calendar
don't wanna remember, November, you don't exist no more
 
'cause this mountain is too high I don't have the thrill to climb
I'm sorry, November, I'm sorry
without oxygen i can't breathe
I'm loosing ground underneath
my heart cannot take it now willing to fake it
I mean to forsake 'cause I cannot take this I'm sorry
I'm sorry
 
Is there someone who can help me change the calendar?
I'm sorry, November, I'm sorry
 
'cause November changed my life
I will have to say goodbye
I'm sorry, November, I'm sorry
 
Now tell me is there someone who can help me change the calendar
don't wanna remember, November, you don't exist no more
'cause November changed my life I will have to say goodbye
I'm sorry, November, I'm sorry
 
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There is a celebration in Mouraria

There is a celebration in Mouraria
It is the day of the procession
Of Our Lady of Health.
Even Rosa Maria
From Rua do Capelão
Seems to have virtue.
 
Rich coverlets at the windows,
Loose petals on the ground.
Believing souls, rough people
Faith walks through the alleys:
It is the day of the procession
Of Our Lady of Health.
 
After a short murmur
Profound silence weighs
Over Largo da Guia
The Virgin passes by on a support
Everyone kneels down and prays
Even Rosa Maria
 
As if petrified,
In fervent prayer
Her attitude is such,
That the already defoliated rose
From Rua do Capelão
Seems to have virtue.