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Ona me želi

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Ona želi me eee eee
 
Bilo je kasno, hteo sam da idem
Kod ormara i već sam imao kaput
Rekla je: „Da li ćeš sačekati samo trenutak?
I za manje od 15 sekundi kasnije
Imam otisak njenih usana na vratu
Ne, nije stidljiva
 
Vidim da je svaki dečko potajno posmatra
Ona ima sve na dohvat ruke
 
Ali ona me želi i želi da znam
Ona me želi, previše je ambiciozna
Ali još pre nego što sam mogao da zamislim
Bila je ispisana po mom telu
Ona želi me eee eee, da, želi me eee eee
 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh, oooh
Ona želi me eee eee
Oooh oooh oooh oooh, oooh
Ona želi me eee eee
 
Na putu do njene kuće
Plaćam taksi i već je izula svoje cipele
Jer mi nismo mogli više da čekamo
Ona zatvara vrata, gasi svetla
Odeća na stepenicama i moji prsti na njenoj koži
Biće to besane noći
 
Ona zna da je svaki dečko potajno gleda
Ona ima sve na dohvat ruke
 
Ali ona me želi i želi da znam
Ona me želi, previše je ambiciozna
Ali još pre nego što sam mogao da zamislim
Bila je ispisana po mom telu
Ona želi me eee eee, da, želi me eee eee
 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh, oooh
Ona želi me eee eee
Oooh oooh oooh oooh, oooh
Ona želi me eee eee
 
Ne mogu da verujem da sam ovde, da sam ovde
Ona želi mene samog, ali bliže, neeeeeee
Ne mogu da verujem da sam ovde, da sam ovde
Ona želi mene samog, ali bliže
 
Ona me želi i želi da znam
Ona me želi, previše je ambiciozna
Ali još pre nego što sam mogao da zamislim
Bila je ispisana po mom telu
Ona želi me eee eee, da, želi me eee eee
 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh, oooh
Ona želi me eee eee
Oooh oooh oooh oooh, oooh
Ona želi me eee eee
Oooh oooh oooh oooh, oooh
Ona želi me eee eee
Oooh oooh oooh oooh, oooh
Ona želi me eee eee
 

She wants me

She wants me-ee-ee
 
It was late, I wanted to go
Next to the wardrobe and I had my coat on already
She said: will you wait a little while?
And just fifteen seconds later
Her lips had left a print on my neck
No, she is not shy
 
I see that every boy secretly looks at her
She has everyone in easy reach
 
But she wants me and wants that to be known
She wants me, and she is far too ambitious
But still before I could have imagined possible
Her name is all over my body
She wants me-ee-ee, yes she wants me-ee-ee
 
Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh, oh
She wants me-ee-ee
Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh, oh
She wants me-ee-ee
 
On the way to her house
I pay for the taxi and her shoes are already off
Because we couldn't wait anymore
She closes the door, turns off the lights
Clothes on the staircase and my fingers on her skin
It will be a sleepless night
 
I see that every boy secretly looks at her
She has everyone in easy reach
 
But she wants me and wants that to be known
She wants me, and she is far too ambitious
But still before I could have imagined possible
Her name is all over my body
She wants me-ee-ee, yes she wants me-ee-ee
 
Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh, oh
She wants me-ee-ee
Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh, oh
She wants me-ee-ee
 
I cannot believe that I am here, I am here
She wants me alone but even closer, nooo
I cannot believe that I am here, I am here
She wants me alone but even closer
 
But she wants me and wants that to be known
She wants me, and she is far too ambitious
But still before I could have imagined possible
Her name is all over my body
She wants me-ee-ee, yes she wants me-ee-ee
 
Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh, oh
She wants me-ee-ee
Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh, oh
She wants me-ee-ee
Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh, oh
She wants me-ee-ee
Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh, oh
She wants me-ee-ee
 

The Ballad of Flemmingrad

Each December without accommodating
We praise a troll who has a great expression
And a memory of this friendship
The grace of this soul is Flemmingrad
 
Without ever forgetting, or without the past erasing,
The nostrils were used to feed.
 
It's one of us....
 

The song of a tradition

- This tradition starts with a song, an awesome song!
- (Olaf:) I love you. Start singing!
 
- Someone knocks the door again
Open the door to see who knocks the door
We have guests once more
We have a lot of happiness
- (Olaf:) Sing it better!
- Tick & Tick & Tick (clock's ticktock sound), the clock of the house
Says that it's time for guests(' comings)
- (Elsa:) Who says?!
- The guests of the new year
- (Anna:) Ah! That's a troll!
- The pleasure of your home
 
Then you'll lick it & make a wish!
 
Hello! Hope you enjoy the Persian lyrics♪

The Ballad of Flemmingrad (Traditional Version)

Versions: #2
The most loved troll by all the people,
With bedside manners and a shining mushroom
It's Flemmingrad, the friend whom
You would have liked to have by your side
They used to give him the moss and the bluest berries,
That he used to devour throwing them down.
He used to force down stew
For all that food, he was more and more grateful
 
And then he used to love rolling,
He used to love so much rolling away
 
One day humans arrived there,
He wanted to run away or hide himself
But since he had put on weight
He got stuck in the middle of a rock
The rock was broken (by someone) and the little greedy
Ended up straight in a fjord
Unfortunately when he fell down
The tender troll never emerged again
Stuck, but not forgotten.
 
Since always he used to love rolling,
He used to love so much rolling away
 
And that's why we have this tradition.
 
It's in december that we gather
To pay homage to a troll we honor,
It was Flemmingrad, a being
Of joyful and unaffected heart.
We use to dig deep with all our friends,
Filling his nostrils with grass,
His beautiful statue will be useful not to forget Flemmingrad
We do a symbolic rite,
For Flemmy, the mushroom-troll!
 

The Ballad of Flemmingrad

In the snowdrift of December I invite you
To where I pay my respects to my troll neighbour.
He was everyone's friend, and someone I loved
This gift to us all was called Flemmingrad.
 
We 'll forget all the years he's been gone
And we'll stuff grass up his nose just for fun!
Up his nose?
This is his face, it shows laughter and grief
He's disgusting!
Flemmy the fungus troll.
 

The legendary troll Flemmingrad

Everyone gathers in December
and we extol our cheerful friend
The soul of trolls
His name is well-known: Flemmingrad
 
After reminiscing the distant past,
we stuff grass in the nostrils
May he be blessed
Oh, the legendary troll
 

The Ballad of Flemmingrad (Traditional Ver.)

There was a loyal a dearest troll,
who was loved by his great goodness.
This is Flemmingrad's song,
here he was greatly loved by all 'Slashtrois'.
 
They would give him foiegras, mold stew
and so he gobbled them down passionately.
How big was Flemmingrad!
He replenished his tummy in happiness.
 
And all of them saw him rolling down!
Laughing, he rolled down non-stop!
 
In a Winter's day, he saw human coming
and them trolls quickly rolled away.
However, giant Flemmingrad,
among the mountains he went to pasture.
 
People frightened, they wielded a sword
and Flemmy from the fjord, he never got out.
This is Flemmingrad's song!
There, he got trapped in for eternity.
 
Voice: In the shadows, but unforgotten.
 
Flemmy was never to roll down ever again!
Oh! Flemmy never rolled down again!
 
Voice: So, we celebrate this tradition.
 
In every December, everyone's assembled
to offer their respects to a troll.
Remembering for a friendship
as we all call as Flemmingrad.
 
His ancestors we were to find,
his nostrils we were to shave off.
In memorian we always build
the Big Flemmingrad's statue.
 
God bless his soul up in the sky!
Oh, Flemmy! The fungus-troll.
 

Flemmingrad the Troll

There was a troll, perhaps the biggest,
Exemplary of honor with the best fungus.
The story of Flemmingrad the Troll,
Anyone from around here could tell it.
 
He ate with gusto and a voracious appetite.
No one else could consume what he would.
He became the great Flemmingrad.
A troll primed for his own well-being.
 
Rolling was his gift, gift, gift.
We loved his gift, gift, gift.
 
One day, the humans showed up.
And the trolls tried to flee through the gap.
But giant Flemmingrad
Got stuck trying to go through.
 
One frightened man drew his sword.
Flemmy remained in that fjord.
We lost our Flemmingrad.
And now our sadness makes us reminisce.
(He still hasn't been forgotten.)
 
Without Flemmi, without his gift, gift, gift.
Rolling was his gift, gift, gift.
(And that's why we have this tradition.)
 
Every December it's our duty
To pay homage and give thanks
To that friend who only ever gave*
The troll known as Flemmingrad
 
We dig down deep in every garden.
In its nostrils we lay tufts of grass.
It's our way of remembering
Of recreating Flemmingrad.
To the fungus that he made for us.
To Flemmi, the great troll.