Baby I see this world has made you sad
Some people can be bad
The things they do, the things they say
But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears
I'll chase away those restless fears
That turn your blue skies into grey

Why worry, there should be laughter after the pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now

Baby when I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
I know it isn't hard to say
But baby just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now

Gledam u tuznu jesenju noc
s pokisle grane lisce opada
u daljini cujem muziku neku
i pitam sebe gde li si sada

Nisi me volela u ono vreme
a ja sam zeleo samo jedno
sada kad nismo mi mladi ko nekada
dodji da ostarimo zajedno

Ja svakog dana proklinjem sebe
zasto te drugom prepustih lako
pevo sam pesme, nado se boljem
i bezbroj puta uz gitaru plako

Nisi me volela u ono vreme
a ja sam zeleo samo jedno
sada kad nismo mi mladi ko nekada
dodji da ostarimo zajedno

Dali jos pamtis ljubavi moja
kada smo ruze zajedno brali
gde li si sada mladosti moja
zasto su tebe od mene ukrali

Nisi me volela u ono vreme
a ja sam zeleo samo jedno
sada kad nismo mi mladi ko nekada
dodji da ostarimo zajedno

Uzalud od ove noći, tražiš da ti nešto da
Jer najprije mora proći, da se o njoj nešto zna
Ova jutra što te muče, donijet će i tebi sve
Kada sutra bude juče, a ti budeš 'ko zna gdje

Takvim sjajem može sjati, samo što je prošlost sad
Što ne može da se vrati, što je bilo 'ko zna kad
Ove bitke, ove rane, otkrit će ljepotu svu
Kada budu stvari davne, kad ne budu više tu

Otkrio mi svoju tajnu, zločinac starac sijed
„Imao sam prošlost bajnu, progonio me čitav svijet“
Orden se na kraju primi, ide vrijeme, bije sat
Pobjedom se nekad čini, izgubljeni neki rat

Ljubav naša, davnih ljeta, za oboje bijaše jad
Sad je prava, sad je sveta, kada više nisam mlad.

Adastra: Samo da znaš

Kako čudno se događa sudbina
Kroz gusto trnje je ruke nam spojila
Kako spora i troma je istina
Kada zavist
Caruje ljudima.

Rijetko koga sam sreo da ne traži
Nekog s kime sve želi podijeliti
Tko te želi razdvojiti od mene
Nahraniti u meni bijes.

Samo da znaš
Koliko te volim
I koliko to boli
Samo da znaš

Tko to pravi te beskrajne hodnike
Koji vode u srca svih nas
U daljini kad čuješ mi korake
Budi mi svjetlo i spas

Čija sjena se nadvila nad nama
Iz čijih ustiju teče ta laž
Reci kako da ne budem nemiran
Kada o tebi ne čujem glas

REGRUTESKA

Sine moj,ti se majke secas nejasno
dobre senke iznad kolevke
poc'o si da pamtis prekasno
osluskujem lepet Andjela
znacu valjda da je nadjem ja

Mani me, nas sam dom ko cergu selio
tepanja na vino mirisu
njene stvari sam razdelio
svaki praznik minut cuteci
sebi nisam znao uteci

Stade sve, samo zivot prodje
sine moj oci njene plave
stize dan da u vojsku podjes
cudni se ovde svetci slave

Sine moj kako da te pustim
ti si sve sto mi od nje osta'
di ces stim trepuskama gustim
zivot bas ne zna sta je dosta

Ma slusaj njih sto uz bojni poklic legaju
pevaju u slavu nozeva
pevaju pa onda begaju
poslo vreme s'goreg na gore
razigralo one najgore

Sine moj,gajde ce ti baba kupiti
tamburu sa ticom sedefnom
cure ce pred kucom pupiti
nek se sorom digne prasina
kad bataljon suknji marsira

Stade sve,samo zivot prodje
sine moj oci njene plave
stize dan da u vojsku podjes
lumpuju usijane glave

Sine moj,sve su to barabe
ne dam ja svog spomenka pokoj
derane drz' se svoga babe
nisi ti za taj jad i pokor, bre

Moje trenutno raspoloženje.. hehe..


Moj frend ima Rock and Roll band

Ja pevam balade i pesme lagane
i čuvam svoju snagu za dobre stare dane.

Ali ponekad želim da pevam
na sav glas.
Ponekad stvarno želim da pevam
na sav glas.

Moj stari friend ima rock and roll band,
a to je bio moj san, da sviram rock svaki dan.
Moj stari friend ima Gibson les Paul,
a ta gitara meni nanosi bol.

On peva: "Ša - na - na",
on peva: "One, two, three",
on peva: "Je, je, je!"

Ja često navratim
i onda sviram s njim
i pevam: "Je, je, je!"

Priznajem sam, to baš nije moj stil,
ja nemam rokerski glas, ja nemam rokerski stas.
Al' mislim, hej, gde bi bio nam kraj,
da svako radi samo ono što zna.

I zato: "Ša - na - na",
i zato: "One, two, three",
i zato: "Je, je, je!"

Svojim baladama
ja ću se vratiti,
al' dotle: "Je, je, je!"

Moj stari friend ima rock and roll band,
a to je bio moj san, da sviram rock svaki dan.
Moj stari friend ima Gibson les Paul,
a ta gitara meni nanosi bol.

Dok oni lupaju
i kose čupaju
i viču: "Je, je, je!",

ja ludim za njima,
samo me zanima
da pevam: "Je, je, je!"

Moj stari friend ima rock and roll band,
i sa njim zaboravljam sve, da li sam rocker il' ne.
Moj stari friend ima rock and roll band
i s njim se vraćam ja u dečačke sne.

neznam je'l vec nedje bila.... ali mi nesto ovih dana ne izlazi iz glave

Nedostaje mi nasa ljubav

Na jastuku bdim na ponocnoj strazi
kao stari posustali ratnik
kom svaki put od riznice neba
jedva zapadne mesecev zlatnik
pod oklopom drhti kosuta plaha
vecno gonjena tamnim obrisima straha
koja strepi i od mirnih obronaka sna

Nedostaje mi nasa ljubav, mila
bez nje se zivot kruni uzalud
nedostajes mi ti, kakva si bila
nedostajem i ja, onako lud
ja znam da vreme ne voli heroje
i da je svaki hram ukaljalo
al' meni, eto, nista sem nas
dvoje nije valjalo

Kad potrazim put u srediste sebe
staze bivaju tesnje i tesnje
i skrijem se u zaklon tvog uha
kao mindjusa od duple tresnje
al' uspevam da jos jednom odolim
da prosapucem da te nocas ruski volim
sto su reci, kremen sto se izlize
kad tad

Nedostaje mi nasa ljubav, mila
a bez nje ovaj kurjak menja cud
nedostajes mi ti, kakva si bila
nedostajem i ja, onako lud
ja znam da vreme svemu menja boje
i da je silan sjaj pomracilo
al' meni, eto, nista sem nas dvoje
nije znacilo

Ponekad jos u moj filcani sesir
spustis osmeh ko carobni cekin
i tad sam svoj
jer ma kako me zvali
ja sam samo tvoj licni harlekin
ponekad jos suza razmaze tintu
i ko domina padne zid u lavirintu
tako prosto, ponekad jos
stignemo do nas

Nedostaje mi nasa ljubav, mila
bez nje uz moje vene puze stud
nedostajes mi ti, kakva si bila
nedostajem i ja, onako lud
ja znam da vreme uvek uzme svoje
i ne znam sto bi nas postedelo
al' meni, eto, nista sem nas dvoje
nije vredelo

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there's a light I hold before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday
That's my soul up there
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
That's my soul up there
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop
That's my soul up there

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
That's my soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb
That's my soul up there
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
That's my soul up there

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

King of pain

There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black-winged gull with a broken back
That's my soul up there
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday

I have stood here before in the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I always thought you could end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

King of pain
King of pain
King of pain
I'll always be king of pain

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart

Sometimes I feel
Like I dont have a partner
Sometimes I feel
Like my only friend
Is the city I live in
The city of angel
Lonely as I am
Together we cry

I drive on her streets
cause shes my companion
I walk through her hills
cause she knows who I am
She sees my good deeds
And she kisses me windy
I never worry
Now that is a lie

I dont ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way

Its hard to believe
That theres nobody out there
Its hard to believe
That Im all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
Lonely as I am
Together we cry

I dont ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way

Under the bridge downtown
Is where I drew some blood
Under the bridge downtown
I could not get enough
Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown
I gave my life away

Razorlight - Fall, Fall, Fall


Midnight’s calling
Are you close behind?
Midnight’s calling
Are you close behind?

Trees without leaves and notes that don’t ring
Wine left to rot and a voice that can’t sing
And hours of making love in silence
And a light that just won’t shine in the darkness

Could I be any clearer?
Could I speak any plainer?
I need you here
Just to lean my way
And fall, fall, fall

She scolded me for my sinful and wicked ways
Towered above me – do you follow?
And watched with concealed pleasure
As I ripped out my heart and said
I’m just bad, I can’t help it
But I tr-tr-tr-try to be good

And trees without leaves and notes that don’t ring
Wine left to rot and a voice that can’t sing
And hours of making love in silence
And a light that just won’t shine in the darkness

Could I be any clearer?
Well could I speak any plainer?
I need you here
Just to lean my way
And fall, fall, fall

'Cause people make you lonely
People make you lonely sometime.