napravljeno: Četvrtak, 21. Jun 2012 Vreme 18:08.
izmenjeno: Ponedeljak, 25. Jun 2012 Vreme 17:43.
Žena je žena je ...žena.
Ne mogu ti se do kraja otkriti; onda te neće golicati tajna....Nećeš znati čiji mi to odraz viri u uglu oka; tvoj, ili nečiji drugi....Čiji eho se čuje na dnu moga smeha, ima li tragova koji se dešavaju unapred, nepredvidivih, u oblini ramena....
A kako ćeš me voleti ako me ne upoznaš?
Za nedosanjanom ćeš čeznuti...Za onom koju krije izmaglica tvoje žudnje, i nemira...Za kojom ti se otkida uzdah....Za onom, za koju slutiš da ti šalje poruku putem zvezda, i kada vidiš padalicu, da i ona smišlja želju....
Ali kako ćeš me voleti ako nisam stvarna, već samo tvoj san?
San sam.
Sama sam,
Sve sam san.Ne mogu ti se do kraja otkriti...onda te neće mamiti srna što je pred tobom hitro pobegla u gustiš...
Sam moraš da odlučiš...pratiš li moje, ili svoje srce....
Žena je žena je ....žena.
rose is a rose is a rose
The woman is a woman ... a woman.
I can not reveal it to the end; then you will not tickle secret .... You will not know which we reflect in the corner of the eye sticking out; your, or someone else .... Whose echo is heard at the bottom of my laughter, is there evidence that may occur in advance, unforeseen, the curve of your shoulders ....
And how will you love me if you do not meet?
For unfulfilled ... you'll long for that which lies mist your desire, and unrest ... For that you tear off a sigh .... For one, which bode that sends a message through the stars, and when you see a falling star, and that she devises a wish ....
But how will you love me when I'm not real, but only your dream?
I am dream.
Only I.
All of me is dream....
I can not reveal myself until the end ... then you will not lure deer that is in front of you quickly run off into the bushes ...
Only you have to decide ... if you follow my, or your heart ....
A woman is a woman .... the woman.
Ne mogu ti se do kraja otkriti; onda te neće golicati tajna....Nećeš znati čiji mi to odraz viri u uglu oka; tvoj, ili nečiji drugi....Čiji eho se čuje na dnu moga smeha, ima li tragova koji se dešavaju unapred, nepredvidivih, u oblini ramena....
A kako ćeš me voleti ako me ne upoznaš?
Za nedosanjanom ćeš čeznuti...Za onom koju krije izmaglica tvoje žudnje, i nemira...Za kojom ti se otkida uzdah....Za onom, za koju slutiš da ti šalje poruku putem zvezda, i kada vidiš padalicu, da i ona smišlja želju....
Ali kako ćeš me voleti ako nisam stvarna, već samo tvoj san?
San sam.
Sama sam,
Sve sam san.Ne mogu ti se do kraja otkriti...onda te neće mamiti srna što je pred tobom hitro pobegla u gustiš...
Sam moraš da odlučiš...pratiš li moje, ili svoje srce....
Žena je žena je ....žena.
rose is a rose is a rose
The woman is a woman ... a woman.
I can not reveal it to the end; then you will not tickle secret .... You will not know which we reflect in the corner of the eye sticking out; your, or someone else .... Whose echo is heard at the bottom of my laughter, is there evidence that may occur in advance, unforeseen, the curve of your shoulders ....
And how will you love me if you do not meet?
For unfulfilled ... you'll long for that which lies mist your desire, and unrest ... For that you tear off a sigh .... For one, which bode that sends a message through the stars, and when you see a falling star, and that she devises a wish ....
But how will you love me when I'm not real, but only your dream?
I am dream.
Only I.
All of me is dream....
I can not reveal myself until the end ... then you will not lure deer that is in front of you quickly run off into the bushes ...
Only you have to decide ... if you follow my, or your heart ....
A woman is a woman .... the woman.
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