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  1. Outrider

    Outrider A Witty Cat
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    Wham
    bang
    mon chat "Splash" gite sur mon lit a bouffe
    Sa langue en buvant trop mon whysky
    Quand a moi peu dormi
    vide
    brime
    J'ai du dormir dans la goutiere
    Oil j'ai un flash

    ouh
    ouh
    ouh.
    En 4 couleurs

    allez op
    un matin
    Une louloute est v'nue chez moi
    Poupee de cellophane
    cheveux chinois

    Sparadrap
    une gueule de bois
    A bu ma biere dans un grand verre en caoutchouc

    Ouh
    ouh
    ouh
    comme un indien dans son igloo

    Ca plane pour moi
    ca plane pour moi
    Moi
    moi
    moi
    moi
    ca plane pour moi

    Ouh
    ouh
    ouh ca plane pour moi

    Allez hop
    la mama
    quel panard
    quelle vibration
    De s'envoyer sur le paillasson

    lime
    ruine
    vide
    comble
    You are the king of the divan
    qu'elle me dit en passant
    Ouh
    Ouh
    Ouh
    I'm the king of the divan

    Ca plane pour mai
    ca plane pour moi

    Allez hop
    t'occupes
    t'inquietes
    touches pas ma planete
    It's not today que le ciel me tombera sur la tete
    Et que la colle me manquera
    Ouh
    Ouh
    Ouh
    ca plane pour moi

    Ca plane pour moi
    ca plane pour moi

    Allez hop
    ma nana s'est tiree
    s'est barree
    Enfin c'est marre
    a tout casse
    l'evier
    le bar
    Me laissant seul comme un grand connard
    Ouh
    Ouh
    Ouh
    le pied dans le plat

    Ca plane pour moi
    ca plane pour moi
    Moi
    moi
    moi
    moi
    ca plane pour moi

    Ouh
    ouh
    ouh ca plane pour moi
     
  2. İncognito

    İncognito Староседелец

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    Life is tricky with enchanting pathos
    That is why it is so powerful, and
    It composes its pernicious letters
    With its outrageous, rugged hand.

    When I close my eyes I tacitly declare:
    Touch your heart and you will plainly see,
    Life is fraudulent, but here and there
    It embellishes deceit with trickery.

    Now look up and face the silver heaven,
    Read your fortune by the moon and plead,
    Just calm down, mortal man, don"t raven
    The eternal truth you do not need.

    Well, it"s nice to think in spring so crowned,
    That this life has been the righteous way.
    Let your easy girlfriends get around,
    Let the boys delude you and betray.

    Let the girls caress me, I"ll abide it,
    Let the vicious tongues be sharp and thin, -
    I have long been living all provided,
    I"ve got mercilessly used to everything.
    Highness chills my heart. I"m feeling daunted.
    And the stars are cold, unlike they used to be.
    Those I used to love are disappointed,
    Those I worshiped have forgotten me.

    Though I"m ostracised and censured here,
    Yet I keep on smiling, not depressed at all...
    Living in this world, so near and dear,
    I am grateful to my life for all.

     
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  3. İncognito

    İncognito Староседелец

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    There are so many I could take to bed..." (E. Asadov)

    There are so many I could take to bed,
    So few I’d like to wake to all the while…
    And parting in the early morning, smile,
    And wave my hand farewell, and smile,
    And wait for news from them, and fret.

    And with so many, I could be just me,
    Drink coffee in the morning, talk, debate…
    With whom, I could vacation on the sea,
    In sickness and in health, - as it should be…
    Yet, feel no love at all at any rate…

    So few with whom I’d like to share desires!
    Gaze at the sky, with clouds drifting slow,
    And write the words of love upon first snow,
    And always think of only them, and know
    No other bliss to which I could aspire.

    So few with whom my silence could be shared,
    Who’d understand by gazing at my eyes,
    To whom I’d give my years without a care,
    For whom, I would accept as though prize,
    Whatever punishment, whatever pain to bear…

    And so it goes, one long and common thread –
    First meetings - carefree, break-ups – ever mild…
    Because there are so many there to take to bed,
    And yet so few to wake to all the while…

    There are so many I could take to bed…
    So few with whom I’d wake up feeling closer…
    And life – it takes and weaves us like a thread…
    Throws us together, guessing on a saucer.

    We toss and turn: - jobs… daily cares… and din…
    He who would like to hear must learn to listen…
    While on the run, you’ll only notice skin…
    Slow down a bit… and see the soul you’re missing.

    We make our choices with both heart and mind…
    At times, afraid to smile at a smile,
    But we reveal our souls to those we find
    Whom we would like to wake to all the while…

     
  4. İncognito

    İncognito Староседелец

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    Nagrada za strah

    Tako ponekad, eto, setim se.
    Pomislim – možda prošlost sveti se?
    Uglavnom dođe mi da pobegnem i ostavim sve zauvek...

    Ali kad krenem da se pakujem
    u kofer slučajno te spakujem,
    Kud god da krenem, ideš sa mnom, ti me nikad nisi pitala...

    Da l' smeš da ideš, da l' mi trebaš?
    Ja kad te trebam ti me nemaš.
    A ja te nemam samo onda, samo onda kada trebaš mi...

    Pogled s terase nije privlačan,
    i dan je više nego običan.
    Poželim opet da te zovem, neću, ali čekam, javi se...

    I onda žmurim, lepo vidim sve.
    Slušam te kako dišeš, smejem se.
    I (nananana) noć i miris tvoje kose na mom jastuku...

    Negde visoko iznad neba
    letimo dobar san nam treba,
    i neću da te spustim, ne treba mi više tlo pod nogama...

    Dok nebo menja boje ja se ne brinem za to...
    Hrabar sam i umoran, korak mi je spor...
    Kroz maglu kad se spusti mrak, ja poznajem tvoj dah...
    Preko vode krišom svetli znak, k'o nagrada za strah...

    Možeš da zaspiš kad god poželiš,
    i u snu pričaš sve što pomisliš,
    roletne spuštene su spas za nas jer teraju dan s prozora...

    Sat kuca, ali vreme stalo je.
    Koliko god da prođe – malo je.
    Telefon ćuti ceo dan, niko nam strvarno nije potreban...

    Zar stvarno moram da se probudim?
    Sanjam jer neću da te izgubim.
    Budim se slomljen kao vrba posle talasa i vetrova...

    Kad padne noć nebo se otvara.
    Hiljadu zvezda mene posmatra.
    Kroz suze gledam, ali ne dam da mi vide oči, krijem se...

    Nebo je isto kud god pobegneš.
    Mesec je jedan, ali svuda je.
    I svetli isto iznad krova, iznad groba, nikad ne bira...

    Kad nebo počne da se porađa
    Krvari iz tog crnog predgrađa
    Dođi na Dunav da me tražiš, negde mora da me izbaci...

    Dok nebo menja boje ja se ne brinem za to...
    Hrabar sam i umoran, korak mi je spor...
    Kroz maglu kad se spusti mrak, ja poznajem tvoj dah...
    Preko vode, krišom svetli znak, k'o nagrada za strah...
     
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  5. Iris*

    Iris* Староседелец

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    Kroj

    Ukrašću tvoju senku, obući je na sebe i
    pokazivati svima. Bićeš moj način odevanja
    svega nežnog i tajnog. Pa i onda, kad
    dotraješ, iskrzanu, izbledelu, neću te sa sebe
    skidati. Na meni ćeš se raspasti.
    Jer ti si jedini način da pokrijem golotinju
    ove detinje duše. I da se više ne stidim pred
    biljem i pred pticama.
    Na poderanim mestima zajedno ćemo plakati.

    Zašivaću te vetrom. Posle ću, znam, pobrkati
    moju kožu s tvojom. Ne znam da li me
    shvataš: to nije prožimanje.
    To je umivanje tobom.

    Ljubav je čišćenje nekim. Ljubav je nečiji
    miris, sav izatkan po nama.
    Tetoviranje maštom.

    Evo, silazi sumrak, i svet postaje hladniji.
    Ti si moj način toplog. Obući ću te na sebe
    da se, ovako pokipeo, ne prehladim od
    studeni svog straha i samoće.
     
    На İncognito и Prashina им се допаѓа ова.
  6. İncognito

    İncognito Староседелец

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    The garden of Love

    I went to the Garden of Love,
    And saw what I never had seen;
    A Chapel was built in the midst,
    Where I used to play on the green.

    And the gates of this Chapel were shut
    And 'Thou shalt not,' writ over the door;
    So I turned to the Garden of Love
    That so many sweet flowers bore.

    And I saw it was filled with graves,
    And tombstones where flowers should be;
    And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
    And binding with briars my joys and desires.

    by William Blake
     
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  7. İncognito

    İncognito Староседелец

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  8. Хептаграм XI

    Хептаграм XI Староседелец

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    Некој имал моја поема која му била омилена...
    Ех :)
     
  9. İncognito

    İncognito Староседелец

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    The demon in me

    The demon in me's not dead,
    He's living, and well.
    In the body as in a hold,
    In the self as in a cell.
    The world is but walls.
    The exit's the axe.
    ("All the world's a stage,"
    The actor prates.)
    And that hobbling buffoon
    Is no joker;
    In the body as in glory,
    In the body as in a toga.
    May you live forever!
    Cherish your life,
    Only poets in bone
    Are as in a lie.
    No, my eloquent brothers,
    We'll not have much fun,
    In the body as with Father's
    Dressing-gown on.
    We deserve something better.
    We wilt in the warm.
    In the body as in a byre.
    In the self as in a cauldron.
    Marvels that perish
    We don't collect.
    In the body as in a marsh,
    In the body as in a crypt.
    In the body as in furthest
    Exile. It blights.
    In the body as in a secret,
    In the body as in the vice
    Of an iron mask.

    Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
     
    На Iris* му/ѝ се допаѓа ова.
  10. violetmoon

    violetmoon Модератор
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    Пол Елијар

    Јас немам друга желба


    Јас немам друга желба освен да те сакам
    Една луња ја исполнува долината
    Една риба реката

    Јас те создадов според мерката на мојата осаменост
    Еден целосен свет да се сокријам
    Денови и ноќи за да се разберам

    За да не видам ништо друго во твоите очи
    Освен она што го мислам за тебе
    И за еден свет што е според твојата слика

    И денови и ноќи определени од твоите клепки.
     
    На Mnogo Bitno, Хептаграм XI и Prashina им се допаѓа ова.

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