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Hotel California
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering
light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
''''This could be Heaven or this could be Hell''''
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the
way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes
bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she
calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer
sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
''''Please bring me my wine''''
He said, ''''We haven''''t had that spirit here since
nineteen sixty nine''''
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin'''' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ''''We are all just prisoners here, of
our own device''''
And in the master''''s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can''''t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
''''Relax,'''' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave!
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Svasta se rodi u mutnoj vodi,
lukava mrena i glupavi smudj,
karas¡ i bandar, lopov i dzandar
i ribe sto zive na racun tudj.
Malene one vecih se klone,
ne pazis i vec te nema za tren.
Gde god da beze stignu u mreze,
neko se rodi da postane plen.
Ja pevam svoj blues bez namere bitne.
I najvece ribe za mene su sitne.
Ja sa strane samo posmatram taj svet.
A budem i ja i smuvan i varan,
pa svakom se desi da ispadne saran,
to je bar rutinska stvar.
Ko zivot vodi u mutnoj vodi
mora sve trikove dobro da zna,
u mutnoj vodi, sto mnogim godi
posebno onim sa vrha i dna.
Svi znaju svrhu, stuka na vrhu,
tu su da kvare i naprave lom,
a dole na dnu, sudbinu jadnu,
mnogima resava nekakav som.
Ja pevam svoj blues bez namere bitne.
I najvece ribe za mene su sitne.
Ja sa strane samo posmatram taj svet.
Ja pevam svoj blues u srcu dubine
i drzim se pretezno zlatne sredine,
to je bar rutinska stvar, rutinska stvar.
Na sta se svodi zivot u vodi?
Pa eto, grabljivci imaju vlast.
Grgec je glupan, ali je krupan,
pa male ribice guta u slast.
U dane gadne, kad voda padne,
plasljive ribe ne vrede ni gros,
naidju krize, drukcije grize,
i samo najbolji plivaju jos.
Ja pevam svoj blues bez namere bitne.
I najvece ribe za mene su sitne.
Ja sa strane samo posmatram taj svet.
Ja pevam svoj blues u vrtlogu gluvom
i pitam se sta rade ribe na suvom,
a to je bar rutinska stva
< Поракaта ја уредил виктори -- 20.3.2011 23:44:06 >
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