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I Like That You Are Sore And Love Sick - Not For Me…

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I like that you are sore and love sick not for me
I like that I am not heartbroken over You
And that the World will never disagree
When we will walk that same old avenue
I like to be so laughable
And wild
Go easy with my words
And not to blush as schoolgirl
When you are saying things I never knew
 
I like it also that I feel so well
To see your arms be wrapped around some other woman
And that you have no fury great as hell
For me to kiss not you, but other man
That you don’t mention my divine sweet name
Just anywhere, day or night – so easily…
That never ever in a church a wedding bell
Will ring for us the sacred “Hallelujah!”…
 
So thank you with my heart and with my hand
That even though
You probably don’t mean it, but you so … love me
That I sleep well at night,
For rare dates
At sunset and sunrise
For nothing that had happened in moonlight
For sunshine that is not too bright to blind us
That you are sore and love sick, but not for me
That I am not heartbroken over You…
 

Марина

Ја сам заљубљен у Марину
у једну слатку црнкињу
али она не жели да зна ништа о мојој љубави
шта ћу урадити како бих освојио њено срце?
 
Једног дана сам је нашао, била је сама , сама
срце ми је тукло хиљаду на сат
кад сам јој рекао да је желим волети
она ми је затражила пољубац и љубав је процветала
 
Марина, Марина, Марина
Желим те оженити што пре
Марина, Марина, Марина
Желим те што пре оженити
 
О, моја лепа црнкињо
не остављај ме
Не смеш ме сломити
Он, не,не,не,не,не
2х
 
Марина, Марина, Марина
Желим те оженити што пре
Марина, Марина, Марина
 
Желим те што пре оженити
О, моја лепа црнкињо
не остављај ме
Не смеш ме сломити
Он, не,не,не,не,не
2х
 

Make me fly

Today, my voice is trembling
Spring doesn't have that colour anymore
That woke up that smile between you and I
I don't trust in what I no longer have
 
They don't have passion
Those loveless glance you give me
I'm a person and I also have a heart
Tell me, my life, why are you killing this...
 
My day does not have sun
My melody changed
My heart is already noticing
That you're not with me anymore
I can't stay calm
Only your mouth gives me
The air I need for breathing
 
And make me fly, and make me feel
That you're mine and no one else
I want to dream, I want to live
And give you thousand of kisses
How cold it is, listen how badly
My heart is calling you (x2)
 
I'm not brave
My soul cries when it listen to that song
That sang for me and talked about love
Today, I only live because of that memory
 
I'm looking for the reason that made you come up to this situation
If you leave me, my flower will die
I don't wish you this, never
 
My day does not have sun
My melody changed
My heart is already noticing
That you're not with me anymore
I can't stay calm
Only your mouth gives me
The air I need for breathing
 
And make me fly, and make me feel
That you're mine and no one else
I want to dream, I want to live
And give you thousand of kisses
How cold it is, listen how badly
My heart is calling you (x2)
 
Today I can't stay calm
Only your mouth gives me
The air I need for breathing
 
And make me fly, and make me feel
That you're mine and no one else
I want to dream, I want to live
And give you thousand of kisses
How cold it is, listen how badly
My heart is calling you (x2)
 
My heart (x2)
 

My mom is poor

My mother is poor
She can't give me anything
The poor little thing kisses me
And then she starts to cry
 
Tonecas and Marianela / Two funny kids
They went sitting / On my window, those two naughty ones
And he said to her: You are so badly dressed
Yes, I am, but it's not my fault / The reason that I am like this
That my life has been so bad / Is that my mother is poor
 
You always went barefoot! / You never wore shoes!
She put the kids down / Her poor eyes showed shame
You never had anything... A rope, so that you could jump
A hoop that you could play with / A drum, many dolls!
Tonecas, my mom / She can't give me anything
 
I would like to know / Why you never went to school
We don't need to know how to read / To beg
So, where do you eat? / At a neighbor's house
I go there by the morning / And also at night
And then my mother / She kisses me, the poor little thing
 
Kisses are just kisses / I am sorry to say
But they don't feed you / They can't kill your cravings!
But they are never too much / They have another flavor!
They taste like / The most tender food!
My mother gives me hundreds of them / And then she starts to cry
 

Where is the man

There are a lot of men
We've known it for a long time
What's missing is the one with a lot of feelings
Who can also understand me.
 
It does not matter if he's well-conditioned or has a good hair cut
If he's shy or unashamed
A sportler or a business man
That does not matter.
 
Where is the man who fulfils my wishes
Who goes through fire and water with me?
The one I can rely on
Not only sometimes?
 
Where is the man gifts flowers sometimes
And remembers your birthday?
Who reaches for the stars with me
And beats the loneliness?
 
Who does not want to be flying high
Because you're being dissappointed much too often
Instead of stress and fights
Better be in seventh heaven.
 
It does not matter if he's a police man or a pianist
A dreamer or a realist
Structured of graying
That does not matter at all!
 

Гатара

Гатара ми је рекла да, да бих те нашла,
морам имати крила
И, да бих пила са твојих усана, морам летјети преко мора
 
Гатара ми је рекла да,
ако желим заувијек да те додирујем,
не смијем да посустанем пред лошим временом и самоћом
 
Летјећу, летјећу, летјећу да те нађем
Летјећу, летјећу, летјећу кроз вријеме
против свих вјетрова и немирних мора
Летјећу, летјећу, летјећу, очи моје, да те нађем
 
Гатара ми је рекла да,
ако желим да себи поклоним живот,
морам да украсим твоју душу бојама.