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Line
She is sweet, she is gentle,
She's the most beautiful of women
She loves to play
But she likes to decline
Kisses
Her name is Caroline,
But some call her 'Line'
Yes, but to tame her
You don't have to be
In a hurry
Because
Line needs to be wooed
Line needs someone to tell her about love
Line needs one to always tell her
'I'll love you day and night'
Some prefer pleasure and money,
Or the joy of time
But
Line needs to have someone offering her flowers
Line needs a song to her heart
Line needs compliments, sweetness
That's all she needs for her own happiness Each night at the village
Towards this little beautiful sensible girl
Suitors come to sing (to her),
To seduce her and to invite her
To dance
One wants to lock her up
One promises her wedding
But no one could intoxicate her
And no one is allowed
To love her
Because
Line needs to be wooed
Line needs someone to tell her about love
Line needs one to always tell her
'I'll love you day and night'
Some prefer pleasure and money,
Or the joy of time
But
Line needs to have someone offering her flowers
Line needs a song to her heart
Line needs compliments, sweetness
That's all she needs for her own happiness Yet
One day she'll love
A boy that will understand
The secret of her tenderness
Yet
If he wants to keep her
If her wants to always be loved,
He must not forget that
Line needs to be wooed
Line needs someone to tell her about love
Line needs one to always tell her
'I'll love you day and night'
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25.11.2024
Stvoren sam da te volem
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Noćas oću sve da ti podarim
U mraku, tol'ko je otog što oću da uradim
I večeras oću pred noge oto da ti položim
Jer devojko, stvoren sam za tebe
A devojko, ti si stvorena za mene
Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?
Noćas želim to videti u očima tvojim
Magiju da osetim, ima štogod što me čini divljim
A noćas ćemo to ostvariti sve
Jer devojko, stvorena si za mene
I frajlice, stvoren sam za tebe
Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?
Opravljen sam da volem te
Ti stvorena si da voleš me
A ja ti to mogu dati sve
Možeš li ti meni dati sve?
Ne mogu se zasititi
Ne mogu se namiriti
Ne mogu se zasititi
Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?
Stvoren sam, stvorena si
Ne mogu se zasititi
Ne, ne mogu se namiriti
Opravljen sam da te volem moje lane
A ti da voleš mene
I ne mogu te se zasititi
Možeš li se zasititi mene ti?
Opravljen sam da volem te
Ti stvorena si da voleš me
A ja ti to mogu dati sve
Možeš li ti meni dati sve?
24.11.2024
EMILIA • WRONG ADDRESS
An old story, you and I, once in love, a perfect tie.
We were happy, heart to heart, but now we’ve fallen apart.
I’m just a memory—get used to it!
Go to her now, let anger hit.
Run away, just leave me be.
I’ve had enough of your lies, you see.
You deserve to be alone in pain
No turning back—it’s all in vain.
At night, you’d call me, craving more.
With her, was it better than before?
My number’s gone, don’t try to find,
I’ve left it all behind.
When I was hurting, where did you stay?
With someone else, you chose to play.
Drink all you want—it won’t make me care.
Search for me, but I’m not there.
Remember the days I hid my tears?
Now you burn with the same fears.
Keep your words, they mean no more,
You killed the love we had before.
24.11.2024
I will Win (I Wanna Be a Hero) credits version
Starting a long journey...
Opening a new page
I will win! (Win!)
Pokémon for the advanced!
(The advanced!)
I will win! (Win!)
I will touch the clouds...
And I'll prove to everyone...
Who's the best, the best in the world...
I will win!
Pokémon!
24.11.2024
Heavenly clouds
Oh, heavenly clouds, eternal wanderers!
Over an azure steppe, a pearly brethren
Akin to myself, you travelers hasten
From the dear north to course southern.
Then who is exiling you: is it fate’s verdict?
Is it the envy concealed? Is it malice in the open?
Or is there a crime that levees a burden?
Could it be slander by friends that is poison?
No, you are fatigued by fields that stay barren…
Foreign are passions to you and the suffering alien
Always cold-bloodied, always independent,
You have no homeland, know not of banishment.