Re: ENYA - glas andjela !
I kada vas gadjaju kamenjem, guraju u stranu, vuku unazad, vi nastavite. Sledite svoj cilj, polako koracajte, istrpite svaku nedacu i uspeh je neminovan. Onda cete se osvrnuti, pogledati sve njih, bednike, koji i dalje stoje na istom mestu i rade to isto drugima. Ovog puta, vas ce velicati, govoreci da su oni zasluzni za vas uspeh. Oprostite i sazalite se, neka nisu pomogli, vi ste uspeli, a oni su ostali iza vas.
Re: ENYA - glas andjela !
If I could be where You are
Where are you this moment
Only in my dreams
You're missing, but you're always
a heartbeat from me.
I'm lost now without you.
I don't know where you are.
I keep watching,
I keep hoping,
but time keeps us apart.
Winter lies before me,
Now you're so far away
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light of you will stay
If I could be close beside you,
If I could be where you are,
If I could reach out and touch you,
And bring you back home.
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow,
to bring you back home?
To me...
Klonim se ljudi koji misle da je drskost hrabrost, a nežnost kukavičluk
A klonim se i onih koji misle da je brbljanje mudrost, a ćutanje neznanje.
Re: ENYA - glas andjela !
Klonim se ljudi koji misle da je drskost hrabrost, a nežnost kukavičluk
A klonim se i onih koji misle da je brbljanje mudrost, a ćutanje neznanje.
Re: ENYA - glas andjela !
Klonim se ljudi koji misle da je drskost hrabrost, a nežnost kukavičluk
A klonim se i onih koji misle da je brbljanje mudrost, a ćutanje neznanje.
Odg: ENYA - glas andjela !
Our words go beyond the moon.
Our words go into the shadows.
The river sings the endlessness.
We write of our journey through night.
We write in our aloneness.
We want to know the shape of eternity.
Who knows the way it is?
Who knows what time will not tell us?
Mountains, solitude and the moon
until the journey's end?
The river holds the lost road of the sky;
the shape of eternity?
Who knows the way it is?
Who knows what time will not tell us?
Where is the beginning?
Where is the end?
Why did we fall into days?
Why are we calling out into the endlessness?
Who knows the way it is?
Who knows what time will not tell us?
Klonim se ljudi koji misle da je drskost hrabrost, a nežnost kukavičluk
A klonim se i onih koji misle da je brbljanje mudrost, a ćutanje neznanje.
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